SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 7

I decide not to answer him just yet. Instead, I walk over to the closet that I told myself I won’t open tonight.

“If worshipping is the reward, I’d like to see the punishment.” I say, stepping back and gesturing with my hand to the closet.

He takes his suit jacket off, and I openly watch his muscles stretching his shirt fabric, just like at the office. There is a different energy here though.

Then he walks over to the closet, pausing in front of me for a second before turning to look at the objects fully. I step back to give him space to decide, heading back to lean on the desk as he chooses. The closet only holds the beginner toys, cuffs, floggers, and simple collars. It is about exploring the interests, and once preferences have been found, the harder and more complex toys can be brought in.

“The one in that Room that you showed me, it’s not here.” He says after a few seconds. My breath hitches in my throat.

Of course he’d want the nine tails.

“The Cat o’Nine tails is one that takes practice to use. We don’t bring it in until we both understand our boundaries.”

“So I’m just supposed to pick one and spank you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

I sigh and walk back over to him.

“If I agree, you’ll be doing it very regularly, Mr. Reid.” I counter, making the arrogant look on his face disappear. “So we might as well start somewhere.”

I reach forward and pick up the leather flogger. “This one is similar to a nine tails. If you want to start with that.” I explain, handing it over to him.

He nods, but as I walk back over to the seats, he grabs something from the table.

I wait patiently for him to approach me, turning slightly when I hear the flogger hitting the desk.

That’s when I spot the blindfold in his hand.

He steps towards me, placing the material over my mask, covering my eyes. I feel his hands at the back of my head, tying it together, but I can also feel his breath on my cheek. It makes my skin shiver.

“Kneel.” He whispers into my ear.

The pure dominance in his voice causes a rush of wetness to soak my panties. My heartrate kicks up.

I breathe.

Then, I slowly put my hand on the side of the desk, and gracefully get to my knees, my hands resting on top like it is second nature.

“Is there anywhere I can’t hit you?”

“My face.” I say instantly with a smile at the chivalry of checking. “My day job wouldn’t appreciate it.”

I want to chuckle at the irony when suddenly, I hear the loud scrape of wood from my left, and reach a hesitant hand out.

He has moved the desk.

Another scrape, and I’m pretty sure it is the chair being moved, giving me space. Giving him space.

“Hand.” He orders, and I don’t need to question him on it. I hold my hand out, palm facing up, feeling the leather straps of the flogger grazing over it. “For someone who said they weren’t a sub, you’re very good at it.” He comments, my ears trying to pick up where in the room he is.

I smile at the praise, but say nothing.

Then the flogger snaps to my hand. I don’t flinch. I don’t move.

“Give me a scale on how hard it was.” He orders, his voice suddenly in my right ear.

I feel the excitement flood through me.

“3.”

He does it again.

“5.”

Again.

“5.” I repeat with a smirk, knowing he’s watching me.

“Are you being a brat on purpose?” He growls from somewhere above me.

“I’m being honest.” I explain. “It’s a poor substitute for the nine tails.”

I hear a thud on the floor, and assume he’s thrown the toy to the side.

I jump when his fingers wrap around my throat, and pulling my face within an inch of his.

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