Chapter 15
Relax, Saul had said.
Demanded. Sadie hadn’t mistaken his tone for anything else.
A glass of wine would have been nice right about now, but if they were going to scene, she wouldn’t touch any alcohol.
Afterwards maybe, depending on whether or not he could give her what she needed.
Not to be a Debby Downer, but Sadie doubted it.
She’d yet to meet the Dom who could provide everything she needed.
Because what she needed was a sadist, and for some reason, they really didn’t like taking orders.
Even more so than regular Dominants. And not only was Saul not a sadist, he wasn’t even going to use a whip or a cane, so what chance did he have?
Just let him try… please! The desperate part of her psyche begged.
It had been too long.
So, a shower it was.
She wasn’t sure it relaxed her any. She was still too edgy and overwrought for that, but she did at least come out of it clean and refreshed.
And Saul was quick. She’d only just started drying off when he returned.
“Dry yourself well, but don’t bother getting dressed when you’re done,” he told her from the bedroom doorway, causing her to jump.
She’d been so distracted she hadn’t even heard him come in.
Mostly at ease with her nakedness, although she was much more used to scening in a darkened club, Sadie nodded and continued.
“Okay, time to negotiate,” Saul announced, walking all the way into the room and dropping his duffle bag and a metal case a similar size to a briefcase, which Sadie eyed suspiciously as she toweled her hair. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll tell you what I can provide. Can you do that?”
Sadie bit her lip against the argument she wanted to make. Anything was better than nothing right now, after all. “It’s my preference to be tied with hemp rope, and I like to have a ball gag and blindfold put on at the last minute before the Dom uses either a bullwhip or a flexible cane.”
She glanced at the case again. Did she really want the blindfold today?
Normally, it helped her get out of her head.
Removed the external stimuli so she could concentrate on the pain.
But since this wasn’t the usual whipping or caning she demanded, and she didn’t know what Saul would be doing, might she prefer to see?
She didn’t know.
It was so long since she’d deviated from her comfort zone, she had no idea how to approach this.
“That’s very specific,” Saul commented, but he didn’t seem like he was going to object, so Sadie relaxed a little more, realizing then just how hunched her shoulders were. Enough that she had a stress ache in her neck and running down her spine.
Jeez, she needed this so much. Please let it all be okay.
“With the absence of the whip or cane, do you still want the other stuff? Because I can tell you now, I don’t have any hemp rope, but I can supply a ball gag…” He paused and tipped his head to one side, studying her. “Unless you have your own equipment?”
Sadie’s spirits sank a little, though she tried her best not to let it show. She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” Since she didn’t trust anyone enough to allow them back to her property, all her scenes were performed at the club where everything she needed was supplied.
“How about these?” Saul asked, pulling a pair of serious looking handcuffs out of his bag. “Will they work?”
Sadie’s eyes widened. These were no quick release, soft-lined kink cuffs. They were the tough, metal, police-issue kind meant to restrain prisoners. “I - um - yes?”
Why did she say it like a question? Damn man had her wound up every which way. If she weren’t so desperate, she knew damn well she’d never agree to any of this.
But beggars can’t be choosers, she reminded herself.
Saul nodded, but his eyes were narrowed, and Sadie had the uncomfortable feeling he could read everything going on in her mind. Thankfully, he didn’t comment, even though his focus made her want to squirm. Not something she was used to.
“Do you have a hair tie?”
Sadie blinked. Not what she’d expected him to say.
“Umm… of course.” She walked over to her dressing table to fetch one, but Saul followed her.
“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the seat in front of it. Her eyes widened, but she immediately followed the instruction, her body clearly more on board with everything than her mind, which was still churning. Second guessing everything that was happening.
Saul surprised her again when he picked up her hairbrush, gliding it through the tangles of her damp hair, then deftly plaiting the long length, securing it with the tie she gave him.
He had a strangely contemplative look on his face as he did so, which morphed into a sly smirk, making her think he maybe had more of a sadistic streak than she’d credited him with.
The shiver she felt in response was pure anticipation.
“So…” He pinned her with that all-seeing gaze again. “Aside from what we just discussed, which we both know is impossible under current circumstances, do you have any limits I should know about?”
She might have felt disappointed in the way he completely blew her wish list out of the water, but he didn’t give her time to dwell on it.
Instead, she quelled the urge to roll her eyes - though she suspected he guessed that.
“I’m an extreme masochist. Nothing is too much for me. Nothing is off limits.”
“What about penetrative intercourse?” he batted back at her without a pause.
That did stop her in her tracks. Did she want to have sex with Saul?
Yes. Yes, she did.
Was it a good idea?
That was a more difficult question to answer. Although all things considered, it seemed dumb not to avail herself of a good, hard fuck while she had a - mostly - healthy, strapping man at her disposal. That did give her pause, though.
“What about your injury?” she asked instead, giving herself a moment.
Saul gave her a decidedly un-sadistic grin and a wink. “You let me worry about that.”
Her insides quivered, nonetheless, and she rubbed her thighs together in response to the throb that bloomed between her legs, conscious of the dampness that had gathered there.
Sadie still hedged her bets. “As long as you won’t hurt yourself…”
“Is that a yes, Sadie?” he demanded, gripping her plait and forcing her head back to look at him. “I need your words.”
“Yes!” It came out breathlessly.
“Okay then. On the bed.”
The disarming grin was back. It was kind of unsettling.
For the first time, Sadie wondered what she might have let herself in for. It was starting to dawn on her that there was a lot more to Dominant Saul than met the eye.