“No. Just … that.”
“What about mentioning James?” I ask.
She hesitates, thinking it over. “I want to tell you about him.”
I smile against her lips before kissing her.
“That would make me very happy,” I confide in her. “Thank you for being such a good girl for me.”
I push my fingers into her. With even strokes she comes quickly. Ella clenches down on my fingers and cries out with her climax. Her moans are low and sweet as she struggles against her bindings. I keep her restrained with my knee pressed down on the spreader bar.
Ella’s completely at my mercy. Her face is red and flushed, her hair a messy halo.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” I praise, my voice low.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” I tell her before flipping her over, maneuvering her delicate weight in my hands with the spreader bar. Ella yelps in surprise. Her wrists are crossed now. The restraints are tighter. I slide a pillow under her belly, angling her how I want, then get up, leaving her alone. Until I return with the blindfold, carefully tying it into place.
“Z?” she says, her voice trembling.
“I’m here,” I reassure her.
I open the bottle of water left on the dresser, then open up a pill bottle next. The Viagra goes down with a sip. This session is going to last a long time, and I need to last with her.
“Repeat the three rules back to me,” I say.
She takes a deep breath. “I don’t leave your side unless you consent. I’ll never drink again, unless you give me the drink. And …”
“Keep going.”
“And I’ll tell you the moment I’m aware I’m triggered.”
“What else, Ella?”
“You’ll punish me however you see fit, for however long you want. Do I still have my safe word?”
“You’ll always have your safe word.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. “Thank you,” she whispers.
Desire makes me harder. “You know I care for you, don’t you?”
Ella nods.
“Good. Remember that today, and tonight, while I fuck you like my personal whore.”
With every detail laid out and agreed to, I climb on the bed and position myself. Precum leaks from my cock and I use it to stroke myself. Ella speaks again. “Z?”
“Yes?”
“Do you … want me?” she questions.
I know what she’s asking. Do I want her more than just a game? As more than just a Dom/sub relationship?
I more than want you, Ella. I love you.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but Ella lifts her head and I lean down to kiss her lips, whispering to her that she should know just how much I want her. Every fucking moment of every day and night.
With my reassurance she rests her head against the pillow and I move beside Ella, readying myself for her punishment.