Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Theo
Her location says she should be home, and I saw her enter the penthouse, but also saw several men follow, and I haven't seen her since they left. I give her a few more minutes before I call.
Garret and Eddie are talking logistics. How many targets, and how many Knights we would need.
“I need to make a call. Can we come back to this in a few?” My words are short. I need to go find out where Aria is and why she’s not where she’s supposed to be.
Garret looks at his watch before looking at Tatum.
“We should break for dinner, anyway. Meet back here at eleven?”
Eddie nods before looking back at me, trying to figure out why I am about to walk out of a planning session. We normally work through the night and eat or sleep when we’re done.
Once everyone has agreed to break, I walk out of the room and immediately hit call.
Eddie is a step behind me, trying to keep pace.
“What is going—” he starts asking, but Aria picks up.
“Daddy, I’m sorry I?—”
“Where are you?” I growl into the phone.
I look over my shoulder to Eddie mouthing Daddy? I guess he can hear Aria, even if she is not on speaker.
“Aria, answer the question,” I demand, and I can see the dots connect for Eddie. He smiles before mouthing Daddy with a mischievous smile as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. I don’t have time to bother with him right now. I’ll deal with that situation later. Right now, my focus is on Aria.
Where is she? Is she ok? Did she forget? Did someone hurt her?
“I’m home, I promise. I just…” she pauses. “I just got distracted. I’m sorry.”
“Distracted with what? Where are you?” I hate having to ask again.
“I’m in a guest room…” she says softly, like she’s scared to tell me. Why would she be scared to tell me she’s in one of the empty bedrooms?
Then I remember what is in the room next to my bedroom. Fuck. I was planning on showing her, but I wanted to be there when she found it.
I hit the FaceTime button and wait for her face to show on the screen. She’s looking at the floor. She really thinks I’m going to be angry that she is in there.
“Baby.” I try to stay calm. “Look at me.”
She slowly brings her gaze back to the screen. I can tell she’s looking at her phone, but not looking at me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Why? What are you apologizing for?” She did nothing wrong. I gave her a few rules, and the only one she broke was not being in the living room at nine.
“I shouldn’t be in here, I shouldn’t have touched your things.”
“Hey, what were my rules?” I need to remind her of what we agreed. I told her to make herself at home, and that’s exactly what she did.
“Tell you if I left, hourly updates, tell you what I was buying, home by nine, proof of life, and no orgasms,” she recites. She isn’t registering the words, just rattling off the rules.
“And in any of those did I say you can’t go in there?” I ask, hoping this makes it clearer.
“No?” she asks. That’s progress.
“Did I say you can’t touch?”
“No.” Her voice sounding more confident. She’s getting it.
“Did you get off?” Her cheeks flush red.
“Not yet.” So she likes what she sees. She was planning on getting herself off to the idea of me using some of those things on her. My cock twitches at the thought.
“Then the only rule broken is that you weren’t in the living room for proof of life.” She did break a rule, but we can deal with that later.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice soft again, but not as scared.
I walk into my room and close the door behind me.
“I was planning on showing you that stuff when I got home, but since you found it already. Do you have any questions?”
The gears are turning in her head. She has questions, she just doesn’t know what to ask.
After a minute of silence, she asks, “Do you like to use these things on others, or have others use them on you?”
I smile. “I like to use them on others.”
“So you like to cause pain.” That was more of a statement.
“I know that’s how it can be perceived, but I don’t necessarily get off on inflicting pain.
I enjoy being able to provide a safe place for someone to explore their more unconventional desires .
” Being the one able to provide feelings and sensations that one craves, but is told are wrong, is a level of trust that cannot be compared. “Pain being one of them.”
“How? How do you know what to do?” she asks.
“We talk about it. You tell me what your hard limits are, what you want to explore, and I tell you different things I enjoy. There will always be a discussion of what is ok and what isn't.”
She sits on the bed.
Yes, Aria, get comfortable. We have a lot to discuss.
She takes a deep breath.
“You seem nervous.” She looks away again. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“Aria.”
“I don’t know,” she repeats. “I have questions, but I don’t know what the questions are,” she admits, her voice soft.
“Then what if I ask some questions?”
“Ok.”
“Will you answer honestly?”
“Yes, Daddy.” This is not an easy conversation. I am asking her to be vulnerable with me, and I am not even in the same room.
“When you think about the toys you saw…Do they scare you? Or do they make you curious?” I ask, starting off easily.
“Curious,” her voice soft.
“Good.”
Aria rolled onto her side. “And what if I said some of them did scare me?”
“Then I’d say you’re honest,” I reply. “Fear isn’t weakness, Aria. It’s information. And it tells me where to go slow, and where to…” I swallow, “push.”
“Push?”
“Yes, I want to be able to give you the experiences you want, to feel those sensations you have only been able to fantasize about. That would require me to be gentle in some areas, and not so much in others. I can push some of your boundaries and help you find release in ways you have only dreamed of. Toys are just tools. The real question is whether you trust me enough to use them ways you need, not ways you fear.”
Aria closes her eyes. She is taking in everything I have to say.
“And if I say yes?”
“If you said yes, I would get to spend a lot of time proving that surrendering to me isn’t giving up control, it’s finally being free of it.”
Her breath trembles, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. I can see the battle in her eyes. She has been told certain desires are wrong, and now she is hearing that I want to help her feel everything.
“Say the word, Aria. Let me show you.”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Put the phone on the nightstand where I can still see you.” She does as she’s told. “Close your eyes for me.”
She does without hesitation. I want the room around her to fade into darkness, to solely focus on my voice.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now, imagine I’m there with you. Imagine me going into the closet where I keep everything you found. Which toy do you think I’d choose first?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stutters.
“Yes, you do,” I counter, my voice steady. “Your body already gave you the answer the moment you saw it.”
Her breath quickens. “The cuffs.”
“Mmm.” She already knows. “You look perfect with your hands bound. No distractions, just me and my touch.”
Aria shifts; she likes what she hears.
“And then?” she asks cautiously. She wants more.
“Maybe a blindfold.” A low chuckle escapes my chest. “If I take away another sense, your others may be heightened. Feel every breath, every touch.”
“Mhmmm.”
“And then,” I continue, slow and deliberate, “I’d trail something cool against your skin. Maybe leather, maybe steel—you wouldn’t know. That’s the point.”
Her lips part in a quiet exhale. “Daddy…”
“Already restless, baby? You haven’t even felt anything yet.”
Her back arches off the bed.
“Tell me,” I coax gently, “would you trust me enough to let me choose what happens next?”
Aria remains quiet for a moment before whispering a breathy, “Yes.”
“Go into the closet and grab a set of clamps and a vibrator.” She does as she’s told.
When she is back in the frame, I smile, seeing what she picked.
“Take off your clothes.” Her eyes widen, but she continues to follow my instructions.
“Kneel.”
She kneels in front of the camera, hands in her lap. She looks so perfect. My dick hardens seeing her like this, a perfect picture of submission.
“You’re going to do as I say, and only as I say. Do you understand?”
She nods her head.
“Good girl. Turn the vibrator on.” She hesitates, but does as she’s told.
The buzzing is the only sound coming from her side of the phone.
“Use it, baby. Make yourself feel good.”
I watch as she places it between her legs. Her body jolts as she finds her clit.
“You’re doing so well, Aria.” I unbuckle my belt as I watch her tilt her head back. My eyes trail down her neck to her chest, watching it rise and fall. Her breath hitches; she is getting close.
“Put it down.” Her shoulders sink, but she does as she is told.
“Take the clamps and put them on your nipples.
She picked a pair that is connected by a chain.
She places them gently, and the chain sways with her every movement.
I reach into my pants and pull out my cock. It springs free of my waistband.
God, she is beautiful like this .
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she breathes out.
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy.
My hand tightens around my cock as I begin to stroke up and down.
“Use your hands, baby. Show me how you make yourself cum.” I swallow hard as I watch her slowly slide her hand between her legs.
My dick twitches watching her fingers disappear inside of her, to reemerge, covered in her own mess.
She slides her fingers around her clit and slowly begins to build up pressure.
“Such a good listener. Tell me something. What was something in the closet that sparked your interest?” I want to hear what she wants. Tell her how I can make those desires real. She begins to slow down her fingers as she is thinking of how to respond. “Don’t stop, baby.”
Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath, causing the chain to move.
“The cuffs and rope.” I smile. She is testing the waters with something she already knows she enjoys.
“You like being bound to the bed?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks redden when she answers.
“How about if your wrist were in cuffs, attached to the headboard, and I used a spreader on your legs?” I swallow as I grip my dick tighter at the thought of Aria exposed and vulnerable before me.
“Mhmm,” she moans as she begins to move her hand faster.
“The way I can force you to orgasm, repeatedly, and you would be completely at my mercy.”
I watch as she tries to hide the stutter in her breathing.
“What else, baby? What else did you see?” There are so many things in that closet, some of my favorites to bring out, others I've tried but don't revisit often.
I want to see what she gravitated towards.
I want to see what got her heart racing.
What distracted her so much that she missed the check-in.
“You have plugs.”
“I do.”
“I’ve never…” she trails off, sliding her fingers further down her center before pressing them inside again.
“Never what?”
“I’ve never done anything like that.”
“But you want to?” She takes a moment to answer before nodding her head.
“You’re doing so well, Aria.” I praise.
“Daddy,” she breathes, reaching for the vibrator. “May I?”
“Yes, Baby.” She grabs it and turns it back on, pressing it to her clit while she keeps her other fingers inside.
“We can start slow, introduce the plugs, have them in while we do some sensation play. Work up to wearing them during full scenes, or let you feel what it's like to be filled in all of your holes at the same time.”
She bucks her hips at the idea, and I savor the way her body is reacting to the idea of us doing some of these things.
“Anything else you want to explore?” She remains quiet, riding the pleasure of the silicone vibrator between her thighs. “Did you see the paddles?”
She nods her head.
“And the canes?” She bites her lip. “The flogger?”
“Yes.”
“The things that can cause pain.” Her first question was about pain, but none of the toys she brought up included pain. In the dressing room, her body reacted to being spanked. These must be the things that scare her, or the fact that she wants it scares her.
“Were those curiosity or fear?”
“Both.”
“You’re being so honest, Baby. Thank you for trusting me.” I watch as her entire body relaxes. “Do you think you can trust me to introduce some of those toys? Help you experience the pleasure that can come from pain? To see my marks left on your body and feel the soreness days later?”
She bucks her hips against the vibrator. While she hasn't answered, her body is telling me what I need to know. We will need to have a more official negotiation conversation later, but she is interested.
I swallow a moan as precum coats my hand. I grip the head of my cock before pumping roughly several times. Tension coils in my abs.
“Eyes on me,” I instruct, and she immediately brings her eyes back to the screen.
I place the phone on the top of the dresser. I want to show her exactly what she is doing to me.
“Baby, just the idea of you trusting me to explore these desires has me about to cum.” My hand wraps tighter around my shaft. I continue to stroke myself, repeating how beautiful she is when she submits. Taking a staggered breath, I pump my wrist until the tension snaps, and I cum.
She watches, eyes wide, as I moan, “Aria,” spilling myself down the front of my pant leg.
I step closer to the phone. “Do you want to cum, too, Aria?”
“Please, Daddy.” She presses the vibrator harder against her clit.
“Then don't be late for proof of life.” I smile. “Turn it off, baby.” She does as she's told, but she isn't hiding any of her disappointment and anger.
“You have homework. I'm going to send you a worksheet. Fill it out before I get home.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. I only smile in return.
Good. Be mad. Maybe next time you will follow the rules.