2 weeks later

"Are you comfortable?" Jaxon asked in my ear.

"Yes."

He walked in front of me, observing my position on the floor.

I was currently kneeling below him, bound by the rope that wound around my breasts and wrapped around my shoulders, holding my arms behind my back.

He held a flogger that he had yet to use, dragging it across my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

With the slightest flick of his wrist, the leather slapped against my nipple, causing me to moan in pleasure.

Who would've thought I'd enjoy this so much?

We'd already had sex earlier and I was hoping by the time we were done with this, we'd have sex again.

That hope was short-lived when he put the flogger away and walked in front of me as if he were done for the night.

"Is that all?" I asked in disbelief.

I'd expected him to ask me to call him Master again while we fucked on the floor.

Despite what I thought our sex would be like, he's barely mentioned anything else. In fact, the only reason I'm tied up right now is because I'd asked him to show me what it was like.

He nodded as he began to untie the rope, "This was just a demonstration. I keep reiterating that it's not something you dive into. It takes time."

"Oh."

"You sound disappointed." He noted, halting his movements to put his eyes on my face.

"I am."

The more we were together, the more curious I became about BDSM.

I thought I was ready to move forward with this and he kept telling me I wasn't. I'd done some actual research and felt I was prepared to experience it.

Jaxon on the other hand? Not so much.

His hands ran across my stomach before sliding up to lightly graze my nipple.

"I love seeing you like this." He said as he continued the movements with his thumb, "Tied and waiting for me to fuck you."

My eyes rolled back when he put his mouth on my nipple, swirling his tongue around and lightly grazing his teeth across me.

He rose to his feet, pulling down the only article of clothing he wearing and stepping closer to me.

"Kyser, what I'm about to do isn't close to what everything entails and will simply be a glimpse into what's later to come."

I nodded, my toes curling in anticipation.

"When I address you, respond with "Yes Master", understand?"

"Yes Master."

"If at anytime you're painfully uncomfortable or feel as if you're unable to continue, tell me immediately and I'll stop."

"Yes Master."

The fact that I felt myself grow wetter just by calling him that told me that I would probably enjoy this more than I thought.

"Tell me your safe-word."

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading over my face as I'd already thought of one.

When I looked online, it said safe-words could be as simple as "red" or could be unique to you, something special you shared between yourself and Him.

"Piñata."

Jaxon didn't say anything, so I looked up at him, seeing him staring at me intently.

"Don't ever look me in my eyes." He asserted, "Your eyes remain downcast the entire time."

I knew that but I'd forgotten.

"Yes Master."

Not another word was spoken before he stepped closer, his dick directly in front of me.

My head was lifted and his thumb caressed my chin, opening my mouth.

This wasn't the first time I'd given him head but every other time my hands were free. As he slowly pushed himself into my mouth, I couldn't help but to think back to the client who held me against him.

I tried to push those thoughts away, focusing on Jaxon's movements.

"Relax your throat." He directed while going in further.

With every thrust, my shoulders tensed, the memory fighting its way back to the forefront of my mind.

Suddenly he was gone and my eyes opened to see him staring at me in concern, "Are you okay?"

I looked into his eyes, forgetting again that I wasn't supposed to, with words falling out of my mouth on their own accord, "I'm sorry. It reminded me of this, this man who wouldn't let me move. I'm sorry, I tried to ignore it."

"Stop apologizing. I'm concerned with your well-being, not a nut."

Nodding, I fixated my eyes my eyes on the floor, annoyed with myself that I'd ruined the moment.

He untied me, and we sat there quietly until I looked at him again, noticing a hint of anger in his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed, "Did I not tell you to inform me when you were uncomfortable?"

"I was trying to get through it." I explained, "I figured you would be done soon."

"This is what I meant when I said you weren't ready. Sex isn't something you "get through". The premise of this is that you trust me to not push you beyond what you can take, and I trust you to tell me what that limit is."

When he put it that way, I could understand why he would be upset. I wouldn't necessarily say I had reached my limit, just gotten extremely close to it.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He replied as he reached for his briefs, "It was my fault for going through with it when I knew you weren't prepared."

I watched as he moved throughout the room collecting articles of clothing.

Rising to my feet, I took the clothes from him and redressed myself, thinking of how I might've just fucked everything up.

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