Chapter 17
It had been an emotionally and physically draining time over the past few days at home with my family.
After the disastrous beginning on Saturday at my parents’ house, I thought we’d be leaving that day without dinner and would never be welcome to return.
However, after calming a bit at Papá’s demand, it was due to my sisters-in-law and Isla that the conversation progressed.
They asked questions at first, which allowed the others to follow.
I knew we’d stunned them and they’d have a lot to absorb, but by the time the evening was over, we were smiling and having a good time. I finally got to introduce Reuben to my nieces and nephews. Since he had so many of his own, he was a natural with them, and by the time we left, they adored him.
That adoration only grew the next day during the anniversary party.
I was able to introduce him to more family and friends.
We kept our mouths shut about anything related to Lustz.
It wasn’t pertinent. We were exhausted after everyone left, as we helped clean up the venue.
Not that Reuben allowed me to do much work.
When my family asked why, we explained what had been forgotten the day before—Fisher. After Reuben explained how I climbed out of a window and fell, we almost had to tie down the males in my family. Reuben assured them that the one responsible would pay.
Today, he came with me so I could show him the places around Lakeland that were my favorite. It included my old apartment and even my old club, though only from the outside. We’d then made the drive back home to sleep in our own bed.
That was where we were now. Or I was. Reuben had asked if I was tired, and when I said no, he got a gleam in his eye.
My body instantly reacted. He’d made love to me the past two nights.
Those had been intensely satisfying, but not exactly play.
I was hoping he might be willing to play with me tonight.
Reuben always displayed his Dom side no matter what we did, but it became more intense when we played together.
After we finished our shower together, which had gotten my engine started, he’d asked me to lie down on the bed and wait.
I did as he asked and watched Reuben light candles around the room, making other lights unnecessary.
The flickering candlelight made me relax.
The movement of shadows and light did it.
As well as the subtle, pleasing scent coming from the candles.
My gaze was drawn back to Reuben as he reentered the room from the walk-in closet.
I thought he would come out with a toy or two, but his hands were empty.
I soaked in the beauty and litheness of his body.
His cock was half hard, but I knew that would change quickly.
He stopped at the side of the bed. His hot gaze was touching my body like an actual caress.
“God, Tiana, every time I see you, you’re even more gorgeous and sexy. I could sit here and stare at you for hours.”
“Well, as much as I love hearing that, I hope you won’t tonight. If you do, I might savage you,” I warned him.
He tossed back his head, laughing. I watched as those muscles in his throat tensed and moved. It was enough to make me lick my lips as I imagined my lips, teeth, and tongue on him there. Hell, anywhere. Wanting to touch him, I shifted toward him, then froze when he spoke.
“Don’t move. I want to play tonight, nina.
And I want to do something we’ve never done.
Something I’ve been dying to do. Will you be my good girl and let me play with you?
Let me show you I can bring you more pleasure than anyone else.
If you say yes, you’ll make me so happy,” he drawled in that low voice that crawled inside my mind and body and had me agreeing to anything, as long as he praised me more.
I knew I had a praise kink. He and I talked about it. It was called affirmation play by some. While some people wanted it to affirm or boost their confidence because they had low self-esteem, I didn’t feel that was the reason for my need. And it had only been recognized after I met Reuben.
My desire was what Reuben called a mirror.
My need came from him seeing me when I was feeling erotically powerful or felt raw vulnerability.
It reflected. He said it was deeper because of our power-exchange dynamic.
I felt pride when he praised me since he was someone I respected, desired, and loved.
Praise in those moments validated me and my hidden parts, showing that I was lovable, regardless of my hidden depths.
“I’ll do anything,” I whispered.
“You’re magnificent. What I want is to let you experience something you told me was an interest, and on your soft limit list.”
He paused, letting me react to that. My heart sped up a little. I nodded, not saying anything. Reuben sat on the edge of the bed and drew his finger down my neck to my collarbone.
“Bebé, I want to see how you like having me use a crop on you,” he purred.
I gasped, and while my body tensed and my mind shied away from the idea, my heart raced as my nipples hardened.
I enjoyed being spanked. But it was unknown if I would enjoy something more painful.
Would it be the same, worse, or better? I was intrigued, but unsure if I wanted to risk it.
Even having a safeword didn’t make all my anxiety go away.
Reuben waited patiently for me to regain control. He wouldn’t push me to do it. It was entirely my choice. It took me several heartbeats to get my voice to work.
“I-I want to try, but I’m scared. What if it hurts so much, I can’t stand it? Or it damages my skin. I’ve just recovered from being sore from the fall. My arm is still achy. And while I know you would never do it to cut me, whips and crops are tricky to control, I’ve heard.”
“They are tricky, and there’s always a possibility that things happen that aren’t intended, but I have a way to test if you want us to explore this more. If you wish to, then I’ll make sure to perfect my actual skills with a whip or crop.”
“How?”
“I want to use erotic hypnosis to do it,” he said.
My confusion must’ve shown because Reuben began explaining before I could ask what that was.
“Erotic hypnosis is when someone like me uses hypnosis to call forth from you a particular sexual goal or response. I’ll guide you into a trance-like state, as any hypnotist would, and then suggest specific actions.
In other circumstances, it could be behaviors or attitudes I want you to experience or demonstrate.
“I’ve spent years honing my skills in this area.
I’ve done it for various reasons. It can increase your awareness of my touch or how you perceive sensations.
I can control your pleasure during or after the trance.
It enhances fantasy and role-playing. It’ll allow you to experience a taboo.
It’ll allow you to relax and let go. Or if we use it with a kink you already like, I can transform it.
Hell, if I want, I can give you hands-free orgasms.”
His explanation had me squeezing my legs tighter together. The way Reuben smirked, he knew what I was doing. My pussy was growing slick from just hearing him talk.
“I’ve been laying the foundation, so to speak, whenever we play.
We’ve talked about your limits and insights into your life and sexual desires.
All those help me to be able to do this.
I know you want to come hard and long. I want that too.
Will you let me bring you extraordinary pleasure while you discover if you’d like me to whip you in real life? ”
His tone stayed in that low timber. I’d always thought his voice was hypnotic. I was both anxious and eager. Deciding to take the plunge, I answered him.
“I want you to show me if I like it or not, Sir. Please, will you hypnotize me, then whip me?” I whispered.
Reuben groaned as he muttered, “Fuck, yes.” Then he cleared his throat before continuing.
“Now, this is our first try, so I won’t do it for long or get too intense.
I want you to feel what it can do. I can’t make you do anything you hate or that you’re morally opposed to.
That’s not possible. This time is to lay the foundation for us to build on for future sessions, if you like this one. ”
“You love doing it, don’t you?” I asked, though I knew his answer.
“I have liked doing it in the past, yes, but with you, I know I’ll relish it if you allow me to do it more. Everything with you is more intense and vastly more satisfying, Tiana.”
“Do it, mi amor. I want to feel it. And I trust you.”
Reuben leaned over and caressed my lips with his, only briefly, then he sat up.
“Thank you, you’re incredible. I want you to get comfortable on the bed.
While you can flog someone on their front or back, let’s concentrate on letting you feel it on your back.
Lie on your belly. And I’ll put a pillow under your left shoulder to keep it from pulling. ”
I didn’t waste time rolling over. The twinge in my bad shoulder was forgotten as I placed my sideways turned head on my pillow and spread my arms and legs comfortably at my sides. Reuben tenderly slipped another pillow under my shoulder after he raised it.
“Is that comfortable?” he asked.
“Very comfortable.”
“Good. Before I begin, I want you to remember that if you need me to slow down or stop at any time, please use your safewords. What is it for me to go slower? Or to stop?” he asked, though he knew them.
“Coconut to slow and pickle to stop.” I chose coconut because I liked it, but only in certain dishes. Pickles were a hard stop because I hated those things.