“No, sir.”
“Then crawl.”
Watching the conflict in her eyes is delightful. Seeing her breeze into my abode like she owns me, only to realize she truly has to submit gives me a rush that makes me giddy.
I hold still, containing my excitement as she eases herself to her hands and knees and positions herself on the wooden floor in her underwear. She places the bottle on the floor by the skirting board and gazes up at me with doe eyes.
Phoenix had given me enthusiastic consent on Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon, and early Monday morning to do with her as I pleased. However, now that she’s kneeling before me, she has reservations.
“It’s entirely your decision whether or not to submit, and nothing takes place tonight and beyond without your consent. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“At any time, you may exercise a safe word, and you will be free to leave,” I say.
She nods.
“Choose one.”
“Can we use red to stop and amber to say I’m reaching my limit?” she asks.
“Of course,” I reply. “Now tell me, what are your hard limits?”
Her brows draw together. “I… I’ve never given it much thought.”
It takes a heartbeat for her words to sink in. Every professional submissive I’ve played with has a long list. No urine, no scat, no blood play, no needles, no fire, no electro-play, no fisting. And that’s only the beginning.
“I like a bit of everything,” she adds with a shrug.
My eyes narrow. This is my first experience with a sub who doesn’t charge by the hour, but I won’t take that answer at face value.
“We’ll start slowly, and I want you to use your safe word,” I say. “Is that understood?”
She nods.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Now, do I have your consent to continue?”
Her features harden with determination, and my blood thrums. Phoenix has no intention of leaving until she gets the sugar daddy she wants.
And I intend to make her work for every penny.
As she crawls around, I stare at the wet patch of fabric between the round globes of her ass and imagine her pussy is soaked. It looks like Phoenix enjoys a little humiliation, but I’ll have to tread carefully on the language I use when degrading her.
She advances down the hallway, creating a sight I want to memorize for an eternity. I can’t wait to spank that sweet behind until her cheeks turn the color of roses, to stick my cock in her tight wet heat and pound into her until she sees stars.
“Good girl,” I say as she reaches the door.
Phoenix gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling. I make a mental note to praise her again to see if that’s her kink.
I reach down, pick up the wine bottle, and follow her to the door. She waits patiently, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest says she’s just as eager as I am to play.
It’s going to be a most satisfying night.
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