by Suzy Shearer
“Okay, then we can certainly keep that. What about when I bite down?”
“Same.”
“Ana, you’d be happy to try nipple clamps?”
She nodded. “What’s bondage? You mean when you tie my hands?”
“Yes, and more. Ana, you have no idea how sensuous the winding of strands of rope around your body can be. As the coils tighten, it actually sends you into another world. And before you ask, yes, I’ve had it done to me. There is nothing I would do to you that I haven’t experienced.”
“Why? I mean if you like to be in control, why let someone do those things to you?”
“I think it would be disrespectful of me to want to do something to you that I’ve never experienced. For me, I have to know what it feels like so I know how far I can go with that.”
“You’re talking about Doms, aren’t you? That’s actually what you are.”
“Yes, as I told you from the beginning. I’ve always wanted control and being a Dom is just a natural progression.”
“I…” She regarded the ceiling then stared into my face. “I can’t hand over control to you, John.”
I was sick, I could almost taste bile. I loved this woman so badly. She put a hand on my thigh.
“Maybe that came out wrong. Your face changed.” She smiled. “I mean the control thing. I’m who I am. I can’t and won’t let someone else dictate how I live my life. Yes, I love you but—”
“No, no. Ana. You’ve got it wrong. As far as I’m concerned I don’t want a 24/7 Dom relationship. I tried that once and didn’t like it at all. No, Ana, I’m only asking you to give me control as far as our sex lives are concerned. In everything else, we’re partners, or at least I hope you’ll think of me as someone to share things with.”
The look of relief on her face was breathtaking. I kissed her. “You had me worried, Ana.”
“I had myself worried. In the bedroom, I can handle it, but no way can I hand over control outside.”
“Never, Ana. I never would I ask that.”
“Good, because no matter how much I love you, I’d be out that door so fast.”
I hugged her and she snuggled into me.
“I understand what this means, Ana. I know this means putting your trust in my hands. I know you’re choosing your future. I promise to never take anything you give me for granted. I promise we’ll always discuss things. I love you too much to break that trust.”
“I’m not naïve, John, I know about Doms and their submissives. I’ve seen things online. I know about dungeons and playrooms. I honestly never thought it would appeal to me, but the more you talk, the more I want it, if that makes sense.”
“It does. I guess we explore together.”
She nodded. “We explore together.”
“And I can continue with the spanking, we can try bondage? What about we have our own dungeon?”
She giggled. “Yes, but I doubt you could go to IKEA for that.”
Chapter Seventeen
John
My physio was going well and my leg finally responded. By mid-August, over four months since the accident, I still had a limp but could manage all the stairs at home. I’d started running again after discovering a few old walking tracks through my land. I put them to good use, making sure I checked for snakes. I also began working out in the gym alongside the sauna. I was pretty confident I was about ninety-five percent back to my old fitness level. It wouldn’t be long until I reached that one hundred mark, albeit with a slight limp.
Anabelle’s friends had quickly become my friends, and somehow we slipped into a routine of the four of them coming over Sundays. Much to everyone’s surprise, Charlie, Justin, and I became very close. I thought it was the love of cars and motor bikes that did it with Charlie. With his partner Justin, well, he was a great guy who owned a landscaping business. He had a small nursery as well, and I often dropped in to lend a hand. It kept me occupied and the physical work helped my body heal. On top of that, we shared a love of reading and similar authors.
Charlie had a Fat Boy 114 Cruiser in blue as well as an old 1969 Electra Glide that he wanted to restore. Where he and Justin lived, there wasn’t much space, and I’d offered to let him work on it here. He jumped at the chance and now the pair of us liked to devote an hour or two on it. Justin had a 2013 Seventy-Two and the three of us had a couple of local trips. I’d tried to convince Anabelle into coming with us, but so far she’d refused.
I’d bought a 2016 Harley-Davidson Dyna Fat Bob and I’d also found a 1938 Harley-Davidson W Motorcycle with a sidecar that only needed a little work. Then I hoped to coax Anabelle into coming out with the boys and me.
Justin was helping me organize a vegetable and herb garden. He was able to get all the plants I needed wholesale, not that I wasn’t prepared to pay full price, but he’d said no. At first, it was a lost cause as the kangaroos that called my place home kept eating the plants as fast as we put them in. Then one weekend the guys helped me build a very tall fence around the garden and that solved the problem. I was still hoping I’d find a wombat. Justin told me he’d found an old empty wombat burrow about half a kilometer from the side of the house, but that was all.
Toward the end of August, Anabelle and I were curled up on the long settee in the family room, wood fire burning, simply relaxing. She was lying with her head on my lap and we were talking about nothing in particular when I decided it was time to put the question to her.
“Sweetheart?”
“Mm?”
“Move in with me. I hate it when you’re not here. I know it means a longer commute for you, but it’s only thirty minutes and I can drive you.”
She sat up and fixed her gaze on me.
“You spend the weekends here and I’m usually at your place Wednesday and Friday nights. Will you consider it, please?”
She cocked her head and smiled. My God, I loved that smile. Her whole face lit up and I couldn’t help grinning back.
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do. Ana, I love you, more than I could have ever thought possible. I want us to be together. I know we’ve only known each other a few months, but I can’t imagine a world without you beside me. You are my woman.”
She laughed, a sweet tinkling giggle.
“Okay, in that case, I think I should put you out of your misery and live here with you.”
“You will? Honest.”
“Yep.”
I grabbed her and kissed her.
I remembered reading something years ago about kissing someone and it making your toes curl. I thought it was such a dumb thing to read, but now I knew exactly what it meant. My heart soared, my toes curled—my cock reacted. She was my everything.
“What will I do with my place?”
“That’s up to you, sweetie.”
“Maybe I could rent it out.” She got an intense look on her face and frowned a little. “In October, I have a big bridal expo that I’m attending. The week before is an absolute madhouse and we put in very long hours. I’m thinking I’ll rent my place, but wait until after the expo. That week I’ll spend at the apartment because I’ll be too tired to drive back here.”
“I can always drop you off and pick you up.”
“I know, but some nights we don’t leave until midnight or even later. It really is a maniacal week. I honestly think it would make sense for me to stay at the apartment for that week.”
“I understand fully, and it does makes sense. You’ll have to tell me all about this expo and if there is anything I can do to help. But in the meantime, is there furniture you want to bring over?”
“Not really, my stuff is old and I can rent the place furnished for a better price. It’s only my clothes and personal items.”
The next weekend, the last one for August, and Anabelle moved in. We used both cars to bring her stuff across and I hired a trailer to put in the things she wanted, like her books, computer desk, and linens. She had a number of boxes filled with things that she used w
hen designing. I suggested we use one of the empty rooms to set up as an office. There was one on the main floor that was large and opened onto the front deck.
She left a toothbrush and a few things for when she’d be staying there in October. It didn’t take us long to get things organized. To say I was blissfully happy to have her under my roof permanently would be an understatement. I’d been considering asking her to marry me, but I thought she may say no because of how short a time we’d been together. I decided I’d save that for next May—the one-year anniversary of when we met. Of course I could talk to her and ask her if I could collar her in the meantime, maybe in a few months.
To celebrate our change in status, I took her downstairs. After setting the air conditioning on warm, I showed her what I’d done with the room opposite the sauna. I’d been working on it since we’d talked about my being a Dom. When she’d mentioned a dungeon, I decided it was a great idea. Anabelle had said she would like to indulge more in the BDSM lifestyle. She knew nothing about the dungeon. I hadn’t mentioned it since that first conversation. It was a secret surprise. It was perfect for us now we had our talk and I knew she was willing to experiment in a Dom-sub dynamic.
Inside, there was a king-sized bed, but it was the other things that I wanted her to love. I’d found a nice big tallboy and its drawers held all manner of goodies from nipple clamps and lubes to dildos, from vibrators to Ben Wa balls. I’d found a place online that made custom bondage “fuck benches” and now it had arrived along with a St. Andrew’s cross and a swing. As well, I had a whipping saw horse and one wall held a variety of floggers, paddles, handcuffs, ropes. Oh, and scissors—the type emergency workers used, a couple of pairs of those within easy reach at all times. I’d put in a few joist hangers and floor anchor plates in one area that way I could easily restrain Anabelle with strong ropes hanging from the ceiling.
A dark-gray carpet muted everything. I’d stained the wood walls with a rich, dark color, and with the fire burning it reflected off the walls and surfaces. The other useful thing was it had its own bathroom, complete with a huge shower and two-person spa. I stained those walls dark to match. The whole dungeon was plush, sexy, and damn erotic. It had been extremely hard keeping it a secret, but I wanted it to be a surprise when I’d finally finished it.
Anyway, now it was time to show her. We went down the stairs.
“I have a surprise for you.”
She tilted her head.
“I think I should blindfold you before I open the door.”
She gawked at me, puzzled, but let me slip a blindfold over her eyes. I opened the door and steered her inside. Standing her in the middle of the room, I removed the blindfold. Her swift intake of breath and stillness had me wondering if I’d done the right thing. She ogled at everything in the room and then moved to run her hand across the four-poster bed. She walked to the St. Andrew’s and touched it before heading to the “fuck bench”. It was padded in dark brown leather, the restraints matching. She lifted one. Then she walked to the tallboy and pulled open a drawer, then the others, one after each other.
Anabelle ran her fingers through the leather thongs of the floggers hanging on the wall, touched the paddles, the crops, and the handcuffs. Finally, she turned to me. I held my breath. I noticed she was breathing fast, her breasts heaving up and down. She stepped close to me and focused her eyes on mine.
“Fuck me.”
“Uh, uh. I give the orders, not you.”
She grinned.
“Then order me, tie me up, hit me. Put me on those things. I want it all.”
My heart melted and I pulled her roughly into my arms.
My head rested on hers as I said gruffly, my emotions almost overwhelming me, “I love you.”
She twisted her head to see me. “I love you, John. I know you won’t hurt me, well, you will, but you know what I mean.”
“I do, Ana, believe me, I do. Come here.”
I led her to the bed and made her sit on the edge.
“Anabelle, I know we should have some sort of formal thing in writing, and if you want that, we can do it.” I sorted through the things I wanted to say. I kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in mine.
“You mean the world to me. You are my woman—now and forever. I promise to never hurt you intentionally. I promise I will care for you always. I promise I’ll put your needs before mine both in the bedroom and out. I will always respect and honor you. I know I have to earn your complete trust as you put your life in my hands. You overwhelm me by allowing me to care for you.”
I was choked up with my emotions. I wanted Anabelle to know exactly how I felt, how honored I was and how committed I was to us both. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She leaned forward and touched her forehead to mine.
“I trust you.”
Those three words blew my mind. We’d only known each other for such a short time. Even in a normal relationship things took time to develop, but this wouldn’t be a normal relationship. This was a complete lifestyle change in the bedroom and she was allowing me to steer her into it. Her admission shook me deeply.
“I’m privileged, Anabelle, and truly honored that you’ll allow me to lead you and make decisions that will affect us both.”
We both were silent for a while. We needed to both comprehend what would be now forever with us.
“Anabelle, we need to find a safeword. A word you can use if anything gets too much for you. You say it and play instantly stops, but don’t use ‘no’.” I gave a laugh. “I think you may often say ‘no’ but not actually mean it. I want you to think of a word that when you say it, I will know immediately.”
She concentrated and said, “Lace.”
“Lace?”
She nodded and shrugged. “It’s the first thing that came to my mind.”
“Then lace it is.”
“So what happens now?”
“We play.”
She gave a delightful grin. I needed to explain to her how things would work. I understood there was a chance she may change her mind, but somehow I knew she was submissive. Maybe that was what had sung to me that very first day I saw her.
“From now on, when we enter this room, you must immediately stand, eyes focused down on the floor, and wait until I give you an order. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She cocked her head. “What can I call you? I… It doesn’t seem right calling you John in here.”
“You can call me Sir or Master or Lord or Your Majesty. Whatever you like, but once you’ve decided, you must always use it.”
“Okay. Sir, I’ll call you Sir.”
“Then in that case, my beautiful sub, you are now my property.”
She gave me a quick kiss.
“That’s the last time I let you do something you want in here. From now on, I direct everything.”
I drew a huge breath. I’d missed having a sub obeying my every whim and now I had my beautiful Anabelle before me. She turned her head to watch me walk around her.
“Stand still! In the future, you will acknowledge my commands by saying ‘yes, Sir,’ and only speak when you are spoken to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Remove your shirt.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She removed it and gradually, one piece at a time, I had her remove her clothing. By the time I had her naked in front of me I could see how aroused she already was. Her nipples had pebbled and I took a deep breath, amazed I could smell the sweetness from between her legs. My cock hardened against my pants like an iron shaft.
“When I point to the ground like this”—I made a pointing gesture with my index finger—“you will immediately kneel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stood admiring the view in front of me. Finally, something I’d been dreaming about since I first saw her happened—at last she was naked and on her knees before me.
Chapter Eighteen
Anabelle
I couldn’t quite believe it—I’d actually moved in wi
th John!
I loved it. That house was amazing, and to think I now lived here. More often than not, he would drive me to work and pick me up in the afternoon. Occasionally on Thursdays I took his car and drove myself. He sometimes called into Justin’s, especially when he was expecting a load of new plants. I hadn’t found a downside and didn’t think there would be one.
Not only that, but now I was in a kinky relationship!
When John had talked to me about his kink, I was interested. The few things we’d done had excited me, but since the talk, we hadn’t delved deeper. He’d always spanked me and a couple of times he’d tied my hands to the bed, but now!
Oh, wow!
I’d settled all my possessions in and then he’d sprang the surprise on me. All the stuff in the dungeon intrigued me and I couldn’t wait to try it all out. Since John and I had spoken, I’d done a little research and what I’d read had only made me more excited. I was beginning to think I was a natural submissive as far as sex was concerned. I already knew I was a bit of a pain slut.
Now, now it was real. Now we were officially in a Dom-sub relationship. John had asked me if I’d like a contract drawn up between us, but I didn’t want that. I trusted him to only do what was best for us, for me, and I believed him wholeheartedly when he said he would never intentionally hurt me. This was all new to me, but at the same time for me it was right.
And now here I was feeling a little scared and very aroused, naked and on my knees before John. No. Before my Sir—nothing happened. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. I looked up at him, confused.
“While you are on your knees I told you your eyes should be downcast and your hands behind your back. Understand?”
I nodded as I put my hands behind my back.
He seemed angry. This was a new John, and this was my master, my Sir. I wracked my brains, trying to see why he wasn’t pleased.