Chapter 19
Hendrix
Kelsey is nervous. Understandable. She’s never been to Edge with her own Dom.
Even though she has submitted to a number of people at the club, she’s never done so with someone who would end up inside her before the evening is over.
She’s never submitted with sexual thoughts about that particular Top in mind.
I smirk in my head. My girl had plenty of sexual thoughts over the summer when she submitted to other Doms and Dommes, but they were about me. I’ve felt pretty cocky about that since she told me.
I suspect that part of the reason why Kelsey has never been the type to slide into subspace before now is because, for her, the release she got from impact play didn’t take her as deep into her head as the totally different type of reaction she has with me.
I’ll be watching her closely and providing more aftercare than she’s needed in the past.
I’m wearing black slacks, a black T-shirt, and black shoes. My usual. I have clothes for Kelsey to change into in the bag over my shoulder. When we reach the second floor, I step into the foyer to check in with Marny before leading Kelsey to the third floor.
She’s very quiet when we pause at Easton and Drake’s office. I wave at them.
Easton waves back. “Have a fun night.”
She’s rubbing her palms together as we enter the apartment.
I set our bag on the bed and turn toward her, holding her shoulders. “Nothing happens here that you aren’t totally on board with. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You always have veto power. I will never ever be annoyed if you don’t want to do something. I don’t care if we go home right now. We can eat ice cream out of the carton and watch a horror movie if you’d like.”
She giggles. Good. I want her to relax. “I don’t like horror movies.”
I blow out a dramatic breath. “Thank goodness. I’m not a fan either. I was afraid I might have to pretend to enjoy slasher movies for the next fifty years to appear manly while you squeezed my hand.”
Her shoulders lower a bit. Good.
I lift her by her hips and set her ass on the edge of the bed, loving the way she wraps her legs around me. She’s in jeans and a plain T-shirt because I didn’t want her to walk into the club in fetish wear. That’s coming.
I cup her face and stroke her cheeks. “Safewords, Kelsey. Do not forget to use them. I won’t bring you here to play if I can’t trust you to slow things down or stop them altogether when you get uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Sir. Yellow and red. Got it.”
“I know we’re entering new territory. You’ll be more vulnerable tonight than you usually are when submitting to me. At home, we’ve talked about everything we’re going to do. I won’t vary from that. Whatever we negotiate cannot be added to. We can always subtract, though.” I lift a brow.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“I expect you to keep your focus on me at all times. Don’t look around. No one matters but you and me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is firm.
“I want you to go into the attached bathroom and change. Then we’ll go downstairs. I will not have sex with you in front of people. We’ll come back up here after our scene.” I’ve told her all this before, but it bears repeating.
She tips her head to the side. “You see me naked all the time. Why do you want me to change in the bathroom?”
I tap her nose. “Because, sassy girl, I want to unwrap the package and maybe keep my cock from being fully erect for a while.” I open the bag, hand her the outfit I chose for her, and turn her toward the bathroom with a swat to her bottom.
Having her go change alone gives me a few minutes to center myself and make sure I have everything I want in my bag.
When the door opens behind me, I swivel to find her stepping into the room. So much for keeping my cock down. Fuck me. She’s stunning in everything and nothing, but she takes my breath away tonight.
The time alone apparently helped her center, too. Her stance and expression are much more like the Kelsey I know, shoulders back, head held high.
Her blond hair is in long waves down her back. It looks stunning with the sheer white lingerie I’ve chosen for her. I suspected it would. There is very little lace and satin involved in the one-piece.
“Turn around slowly, baby,” I instruct, wanting to see every angle of her.
There’s almost nothing to the sexy scrap of material from the back. Her butt cheeks are fully exposed. The thin piece of satin running between her legs attaches to an identical strap that extends from her breasts.
The front is so sheer that I can see her dark nipples, plus they will rub against the lace with every movement, tormenting her. The small triangle over her pussy barely covers her folds and ties to the triangles over her breasts.
It’s so filthy, making her look even more stunning than complete nudity.
“There are no words for how sexy you are, Kels,” I say, my words breathy. I hold up a white satin robe. It will cover the important parts until we get to the equipment where I intend to dominate her. “Come.”
She shuffles toward me on bare feet. I haven’t given her shoes, and I don’t intend to. She won’t need them tonight. She looks pure and innocent in white with bare feet.
After helping her into the robe, I bring her hands in front of her and use the tie to also secure her wrists.
Her breath hitches.
I kiss her lips. “You like it when I restrain you, don’t you, Kels?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grab my bag. “Let’s go, baby.”
She follows me. The strip of satin tied in a bow around her wrists only gives the illusion of restraint. It’s just enough to help her feel vulnerable and prepare her mind as she submits to me.
She’s silent behind me as I guide her down the stairs and into the second-floor reception.
Marny nods toward us, saying nothing.
Kelsey is breathing heavily as we enter the main floor. It’s busy tonight, but I have reserved a station, and I continue until I reach it.
When I stop, Kelsey hesitates. Her gaze is on the large, padded leather circle in front of us. She’s seen it before, but I didn’t tell her we were going to use this apparatus before we arrived tonight.
I point toward the mat. “On your knees, baby,” I say softly.
She readily obeys, lowering gracefully and sitting back on her feet even though her hands are tied loosely in front of her. God, she’s perfect.
After adjusting the wheel and ensuring it’s secure, I pull out the items we have already discussed for tonight. I’ll be using a small leather paddle followed by a cane. This will be new for Kelsey. I won’t strike her hard, nor will I give her more than she can handle.
I take out the white leather collar I bought for her next and come toward her. “Rise onto your knees, Kelsey.”
She does as she’s told, tipping her head back to look at me because she knows I prefer eye contact.
“Good girl.” I untie her hands and remove the robe, leaving her in the tiny scraps of lace. The white lingerie’s only purpose is to make her look even sexier.
I squat in front of her and hold the collar up to her nose. “Inhale the leather, baby.”
She draws in a deep breath, trembling.
Smoothing a hand down her cheek, I kiss her gently. “I want you to lift your arms and hold your hair up for me, Kels.”
There are no words to describe how full I feel, having this artfully placed woman kneeling for me, wearing what I instructed, allowing me to collar her elegant neck for the evening.
Her breasts lift with her arms raised, and I take the time to admire her.
I’m sure dozens of other people are watching also.
We’ve discussed this. I warned her I would want to collar her tonight. I explained the significance so she would understand that in the BDSM community, collaring is seen as being similar to marriage. I want this because I want everyone in this club to know I’ve claimed this woman.
I trail a finger around her neck, loving the shiver and whimper she emits.
I lean closer, tuck a finger under her chin, and speak softly. No one needs to hear everything I’m going to say to her. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
“When you wear this collar, its weight will remind you who you belong to. It will help you settle into the headspace I demand.” I lift her chin farther. “It’s an important symbol to me, Kelsey,” I remind her.
“Yes, Sir.” She licks her lips.
I circle her neck with the white leather and fasten it. It’s not huge, but it’s heavy enough to serve as a constant reminder.
“Good girl. I’ve lowered the wheel. I want you to crawl over and climb onto it. Lie on your tummy. Extend your arms and legs out in a wide X so I can secure you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand and give her bottom a tap as she crawls forward. Fuck me. I never dreamed of having someone this precious in my life. Every single thing about Kelsey is stunning. She’s very graceful as she crawls onto the secured wheel and spreads out as I’ve instructed.
I use the electronic levers to lift the entire wheel up to my hips before rounding it to secure her wrists and ankles.
When I reach in to add straps to the tops of her thighs, she moans.
I’m not careful about letting my knuckles graze her pussy over the scrap of lace.
Two more straps secure her torso at her waist and a few inches higher, just below her breasts, which are flattened to the wheel.
After securing her, I adjust four leather-covered pegs, two for her to wrap her hands around and two for her to brace her feet against. The multiple straps will hold her up when I tip the wheel in any direction, but she’ll feel more secure if she’s also able to hold on and plant her feet.
She’s seen this before, but it’s the first time she’s been strapped to it, so I know it feels unusual. It’s also making her breathe heavily.
“Use your hands and feet, baby,” I tell her. “And your safewords. If you get nervous, say yellow, and I’ll bring you back to this position. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”