“Then why did you do it to Keelie?”
He shrugged. “Because I’m a depraved individual and she let me. But you and I, we’re going to take this a different way. A more vanilla road, if you will. So, tell me Shasta, what’s your safe word? If something hurts too much, I want you to shout it out then I’ll stop, no questions asked, okay?”
“Why can’t I just say stop or no?”
“Because stop and no have a negative effect in the bedroom. But they can also be fun to roleplay with. Picture this... I grab you from behind, knowing damn well that Sabbath is in the next room and could walk in at any second. You say no. Then you say stop when my hand travels up your thigh, toying with your pussy that’s already wet for me. You moan the word stop again, telling me we can’t do this, but I’m a naughty boy, I keep going... that no and stop suddenly turn into,no, please don’t stop.Which makes the sex more fun. A game if you will?”
“Okay, I get it.”
“So, we need something else, something you wouldn’t normally say in the bedroom. If the pain gets too much, then you shout out that word, and I’ll stop.”
“Like in thatFifty Shadesmovie?”
“Yes, exactly like that.” He smiled, his hands moving over my bare shoulders. “But I promise you, Shasta, I’ll never hurt you like that.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve better than that,” he stated, smiling wide as he dipped down to take my lips with his. They tasted deliciously forbidden, and I was already drunk on his flavor alone.
“So, what’s our word, Shasta?”
“Umm, what about red?”
He laughed.
“Why is that funny?”
“Because it’s the number one safe word in the BDSM community. But it’s fine, Shasta. When you shout red, I’ll stop, okay?”
I was second guessing my safe word now, but I was too hyped up to change it. I needed his punishments. I needed to feel numb.
“Okay.”
“Good girl. Now, Master wants you to take off his pants. Can you do that for him?”
I nodded, moving forward until my hands were around his button and pulling his jeans and boxers down his legs. I know he didn’t ask me to take off both, but I was greedy.
“Do you see how happy you make Master?”
His cock was engorged, the bulbous head inches away from my lips.
Licking my lips I moved forward, only to be stopped by his hand.
“Now, now. That’s bad, little minx. Master didn’t ask you to touch him yet.”
“I’m sorry.”
He moved over to his dresser and pulled out a riding crop, and instant arousal pooled between my legs.
“Come here.”
I moved forward, and he pulled me over his lap, my ass in the air like a bad little child.
“Did Master say you could suck his cock?”
“No, Master.”
A painful slap came to my left ass cheek, followed by a massage that ignited every cell in my body. I moaned out loud, which only brought on another slap.