Page 64 of Pucking Them
I gently run my hand over Shay’s bruised shoulder, before grabbing his arm and running it through several movements and rotations. “Does this hurt?”
“Do you want it to?”
My expression becomes frosty. “Let me inform you both of a new rule. As soon as you step into the playroom, you are to refer to Eden and me asSir. Do you understand?”
Shay ducks his head. “Yes, Sir.”
“A second rule is that you will take off your clothes in the small antechamber outside the playroom. Pets don’t wear clothes now, do they?”
A blush spreads over both Robyn and Shay’s cheeks.
“No, Sir,” they both reply.
“Look at you, learning how to be good for me. I’m proud of you.” I drop Shay’s arm, after checking it for a final time. “A third rule is that I expect total honesty. You will have such honesty from me, as well as clear communication. Now, let us try this again. Does your arm hurt inbadway?”
Shay loves it when I hurt him in agoodway.
I’m pleased that Shay pauses to think for a moment. Also, that he’s still able to think about something this important. By the time that I’m done with him, he won’t have a single thought in his pretty head apart from his owner’s name.
Or possibly the sensation of my cock carving a new reality into him, in which I own him inside and out.
Seeing him like this, kneeling for me, there is only one thing missing.
My collar around his neck.
“Only bruising,” Shay finally replies. “My hip too, Sir. But nothing that will?—”
“In here I make the decisions,” I cut him off. “You have handed over your body to me. I decide what I do with it.”
He draws in a sharp breath. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Remember your safe words. If you can’t speak, then three taps with your hand meansred. What are you now?”
“Green, Sir,” Shay replies firmly.
“Green, Sir.” Robyn looks more relaxed kneeling and waiting for what comes next, allowing me that trust, than she has for a week.
And it’s that, which flies me into the zone of domspace.
I throw my shoulders back. My smile becomes colder.
Yet I stroke my finger down Robyn’s face tenderly, tipping her chin back.
Then I lean down and claim her lips softly.
She moans into the kiss.
“I love you, cara mia,” I murmur.
When I pull back, she whimpers her frustration but doesn’t reach to hold onto me.
She’s learning.
I nod at Eden.
Immediately, he winds Robyn’s hair around his fist and pulls her to her feet. He drags her to the large bed in the middle of the playroom, as we planned.
The bed has a metal headboard with bondage points, a wooden pillory at the end, and a cage underneath.
