The savoury aroma of roasted chicken and herbs filled the air as Jake set two steaming plates on the table. Sophia’s stomach growled, but her eyes were fixed on Jake’s muscular form as he moved gracefully around the kitchen. She shot him a playful glare.
“Enjoying the view?” Jake smirked, catching her gaze.
“You know it, but you’re wearing too many clothes,” she retorted, raising an eyebrow.
Jake chuckled. “Patience, little one. Good things come to those who wait.”
They ate quickly, the sexual tension palpable between stolen glances and light touches. As soon as they finished, Jake loaded the dishwasher while Sophia fidgeted impatiently.
In one fluid motion, Jake spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. His breath was hot on her neck as his hands roamed over the thin lace covering her body.
“What do you want, Soph?” he murmured.
Sophia’s heart raced. “I want you to take control… sir,” she breathed.
Jake’s fingers tightened slightly on her hips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please,” Sophia nodded emphatically.
Jake turned her to face him, his blue eyes searching hers intently. “Soph, you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. You weren’t before. I won’t push you.”
Sophia’s chest tightened at his concern. She rose on her toes, pulling him down for a deep kiss.
“I’m sure,” she whispered against his lips. “Please, Jake. I trust you.”
Jake’s eyes darkened as he gazed intently at Sophia. “What are your limits, little one?”
Sophia’s heart raced. “What do you want to do to me?” she breathed.
His voice was low, dangerous. “Can I tie your hands behind your back?”
A shiver ran through her. “Yes.”
“Cover your eyes?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Jake leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. “Deny you your release?”
Sophia whimpered, warmth pooling between her thighs. “Yes.”
“And if you’re naughty…” His hand slid down to grip her ass. “Can I spank you?”
“Yes,” Sophia gasped. The thought of Jake taking control, dominating her, made her weak in the knees.
Jake’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. “Are you sure about this, Soph? You can say no.”
She met his gaze steadily. “I’m sure. I trust you, sir.”
Jake’s fingers tangled in Sophia’s hair, tugging her head back sharply. A gasp escaped her throat as she felt the sting against her scalp.
“It’s a shame we’re not at yours, little one,” Jake murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Sophia’s heart raced. “Why, sir?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake’s grip tightened. “Because that’s where all your toys are, little one.”
A giggle bubbled up in Sophia’s chest. She motioned towards her handbag with a coy smile.
Jake tugged her head back further, exposing the pale column of her throat. “My, my,” he purred. “Did you bring them with you?”
“Yes, sir,” Sophia breathed. Her skin tingled with anticipation.
Fuck, she thought. Part of her still couldn’t believe she’d had the guts to bring her favorite toys. But the hungry look in Jake’s eyes made her glad she had.
Jake’s fingers released their grip on Sophia’s hair, the sudden freedom making her scalp tingle. He turned her to face him, his blue eyes searching hers intently.
“Promise me, Soph. If you get uncomfortable, you tell me. No hesitation.”
Sophia nodded, her heart racing. “I will, Jake. I promise.”
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. The past few weeks of easing back on the power play had given her time to sort through her feelings. To understand what she wanted.
“I know things got… rough before,” she said. “But I’ve had time to think. To get my head straight. And I want to try again.”
Jake’s brow furrowed slightly. “You’re sure about this?”
Sophia shrugged, a hint of her usual sass returning. “Maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t. But we won’t know unless I try again, right?”
She reached up, running her fingers through Jake’s tousled blonde hair. “I trust you, Surfer Boy. And I want this. I want you.”
Jake’s eyes darkened with desire, but he held back. “Alright, little one. But remember – one word from you and we stop. No questions asked.”
Sophia nodded, a thrill of anticipation running through her. “Yes, sir.”
Jake’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “Good girl. Now, shall we see what toys you’ve brought to play with?”
Sophia’s heart raced as she sauntered across Jake’s living room, feeling his eyes on her with every step. She bent deliberately low to retrieve her bag, arching her back and putting on a show.
A sharp intake of breath behind her. Then Jake’s strong hand landed on her ass with a resounding smack.
Sophia let out an involuntary whimper, heat flooding her body. “Fuck,” she breathed.
Jake’s fingers dug into the soft flesh. “Naughty girl,” he growled. “Teasing me like that.”
Sophia straightened slowly, pressing back against his firm body. Her skin tingled where he touched her. “Maybe I wanted to get your attention, sir.”
“Oh, you’ve got it.” Jake’s other hand snaked around to grip her hip. His breath was hot on her neck. “What should I do with such a disobedient little one?”
Sophia’s mind raced with possibilities, each more thrilling than the last. She bit her lip, savouring the anticipation.
“Whatever you want, sir,” she purred. “I’m all yours.”
The sharp sting of Jake’s hand landing on her ass again sent a jolt through Sophia’s body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, heat blooming across her skin.
“Go kneel on the bed and wait for me,” Jake commanded, his voice low and gravelly. “Spread the toys out in front of you.”
Sophia’s heart raced as she nodded. “Yes, sir,” she breathed.
As she walked to the bedroom on shaky legs, her mind whirled. Fuck, this was really happening. Part of her wanted to bolt, but a bigger part craved whatever Jake had planned.
She knelt on the plush comforter, fumbling with the zipper on her bag. Various toys tumbled out – vibrators, plugs, clamps. Sophia arranged them neatly, hands trembling slightly.
The wait was agonizing. She could hear Jake moving around in the other room. What was he doing? What would he do to her?
Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This is what she wanted. To push her boundaries, to let go of control.
The bedroom door creaked open. Sophia’s breath caught as Jake’s footsteps approached…
Sophia kept her eyes trained on her knees, feeling exposed yet exhilarated in the lacy red lingerie. The bed dipped as Jake approached, his presence commanding even in silence. She heard the clink of glass as he set down wine and glasses nearby.
His fingers brushed her jawline, igniting sparks across her skin. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.
“Only for you, sir,” Sophia replied, her voice husky with desire. Her heart raced, torn between anticipation and nervousness.
Jake’s gaze swept over the array of toys laid out before her. “You’ve been shopping, little one. These are new.”
Sophia nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I wanted to be prepared, sir.”
She wondered if she’d gone overboard, if Jake would think her too eager. But his approving smile sent a thrill through her.
“Always so thoughtful,” Jake said, running a hand through her hair. “Which one’s your favourite?”
Sophia’s heart raced as she knelt on Jake’s bed, the array of toys spread before her. She kept her eyes lowered, but couldn’t help sneaking glances at Jake as he moved around the room.
“I’ve only tried the bullet, sir,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake’s eyes gleamed as he surveyed the collection. “Well, we can explore them together then, can’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” Sophia replied, a shiver of anticipation running through her.
Jake’s tone turned serious. “Do you remember your safe words, little one?”
Sophia nodded. “Red to stop, yellow to ease off.”
“Good girl.” Jake’s praise sent a thrill through her.
He strode to the dresser, pulling out a silky tie. Sophia’s breath caught as he moved behind her, gently but firmly binding her wrists. The loss of control both terrified and excited her.
As Jake finished securing the knot, Sophia tested the bonds. Snug, but not painful. Her mind raced. Was she really doing this? Giving herself over completely to Jake’s control? But god, she wanted it. Craved it.
“How’s that feel?” Jake asked, his breath hot on her ear.
“Good, sir,” Sophia managed. Her skin tingled where he touched her.
Jake came around to face her again, lifting her chin with one finger. “Remember, you can stop this any time. I want you to feel safe.”
Sophia met his eyes, seeing the genuine care there. “I trust you,” she said softly.
Jake nodded, his expression a mix of desire and reverence. He reached for another tie, this one a deep burgundy.
“I’m going to cover your eyes now,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ready?”
Sophia’s heart raced. “Yes, sir,” she breathed.
The silk slid over her eyes, plunging her world into darkness. Jake’s fingers brushed her cheeks as he secured the makeshift blindfold.
“Too tight?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Sophia replied. Her other senses heightened instantly – the scent of Jake’s cologne, the sound of his breathing, the warmth radiating from his body.
Jake’s hand cupped her face. “How do you feel, little one?”
Sophia leaned into his touch. “Excited. A little nervous. But safe,” she admitted, surprised by her own honesty.
“Good,” Jake murmured. His thumb traced her lower lip. “Remember your safe words. Use them if you need to. No judgment.”
Sophia nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. “Yes, sir.”