His Dirty Secret

Isobel digested the information quietly. “So, what does BDSM actually stand for?”

Tyler smiled at her question. “It stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism, or some prefer Bondage, Discipline, and Submission, which is actually my preference.”

Isobel gulped again and looked back towards the door. “Do you like to beat women up?” she asked, her voice quiet and with a definite tremor to it.

Tyler didn’t laugh this time. He just turned to face her and placed a palm on both of her cheeks, looking into her eyes as he talked. “Definitely not, Isobel. The last thing I want to do is to abuse a woman, in any way.” His thumbs had been caressing her cheeks while he spoke, and Isobel couldn’t take her eyes off his.

“What I do like is to be in control at all times. In a BDSM relationship there is usually a Dominant and a Submissive; and it’s not always the case where the Dom is a man, but it is typical. In my case, I’m a Dominant, and I take enormous pleasure in giving a sub pleasure, and having her pleasure me in any way I want to be pleasured in.”

Isobel could feel herself getting warm as his words drew a mental picture that turned her on, and she didn’t even know why, but she could feel herself getting moist as he spoke.

“It has a lot to do with sensory subjection when I have a sub under my control sexually; most of the time you’ll be blind-folded and unaware of what I’m going to do next. But, one thing I can guarantee is that you’ll be begging me for more.”

She’d noticed that he had started to use the word ‘you,’ as though he was talking about her. Did he really want to do that kind of stuff to her? And why was the thought turning her on so damn much?

“Have I scared you, Isobel?” Tyler’s voice was gentle, and Isobel had to be honest with both him and herself.

“I’m a little nervous, but no, you haven’t scared me, Tyler.” Quite the opposite in fact, she thought. “I guess I’m just wondering where I fit into all of this?” Her hand swept around the room.

“You fit in anywhere you want to, darlin’.” His voice was warm and full of approval, and Isobel felt herself blush as she realized that she actually wanted to fit in with this man. “Do you want to learn more, Isobel?”

“I, um, I think so.” She knew her voice sounded weak, but hell, she felt weak with nerves.

“I don’t want you to think. I want you to know.” She jumped as Tyler’s voice got stern. “I need someone who will go into this wholeheartedly, not someone who is just going to treat it like a game. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. His tone told her how serious he was, and she really did want to learn more about what he’d told her.

Tyler nodded back at her; his nod being one of decisiveness. “Good girl.” She blushed again. “Take your clothes off.” Isobel hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Now, Isobel!”

Isobel rushed to do as he’d said, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor before removing her lingerie. She stood naked in front of him, her legs shaking and her heart racing, wondering what she was supposed to do next.

Tyler walked towards her, and then walked around her, looking her up and down; his eyes leaving a burning trail everywhere they touched. Isobel waited nervously for his next words, not knowing if she was going to like them or not but feeling fully committed to follow through on whatever this may turn out to be.

“You are exquisite, Isobel.” His voice was low and husky, and Isobel felt a pang of desire run through her naked body. He came to a stop in front of her again. “Before we go any further, I’m going to give you a safe word. Do you know what that is?” She shook her head to tell him that she didn’t. “It’s a word that you will use if I do anything that you can’t handle. And I don’t mean anything that’s slightly outside of your comfort zone, because I’m sure that all of this is outside of that.” They both chuckled softly. “I mean anything that you definitely, categorically cannot handle or do not like. Okay?”