Impulse (Published)

Thirteen

"Nice place." I mumbled as I walked towards Ians' living area. "Thank you. I try to keep my bachelor pad as presentable as possible." He mumbles in a reply and I smile.
"It's effortless. Almost has a woman's touch." I point out as I notice the couch matches the drapes and the pillows on the couch match the carpet.

"Oh it does." He admits and I raise an eyebrow. "Your mother?" I guess and he chuckles. "Guilty. How'd you guess?"
He asks me and I look towards the photo of him and his mother with the letters "Mommas Boy' engraved on the frame.

"Pictures kind of gave it away." I point out and he smiles again. "Forgot to put that away." He says with a narrowed smile.
I nervously walk around him.

"You seem nervous." He points out and I scold myself in my head.

Did I make it that noticeable? Shit.

"Oh?" I ask, not answering but not denying it either.
"I can tell by how you're walking and anxiously looking around. You really wish to see my playroom?" He asks me and I try to answer without thinking twice or else I'd begin to overthink.

So I just nod.

"You know, I always figured you knew what it meant." He whispers and I turn to gaze at him.
"What made you figure?"
"Your speech. 'Yes Sir.' ' I wish to please you Sir' and other suggestive remarks like that." He says as he leads me up the stairs.

"Oh you noticed?" I ask, batting my eyelashes. "Don't feign innocence. A Dom knows a natural sub when he sees one," he says darkly and my legs clench together subtly.
Mother of sex Gods. I was in for a surprise then I suppose.

"So is it dark and evil? Dungeon themed?" I guess and he chuckles and turns the lock on a large door.

"This room is the first that you see when you walk up the stairs. You don't care if anyone walks in- now do you?" I ask and he smiles.

"This whole top floor is more than meets the eye." He pauses to open the door and if looks fairly like an average bedroom.

I widen my eyes and walk in slowly, gazing at the light blue walls and the King sized bed at the end of the room.
I ran my hand across the dresser and looked back up at him.
"This is a playroom?" I ask in disbelief.

"What were you expecting?" He asks me with a chuckle. "I don't know some rope, a flogger, a ball gag or something." I say with a shrug and suddenly his eyes turn dark.

He slowly moves and closes the door, rolling up his sleeves, his eyes filling with lust.
"You see Marley. This playroom is different than others. I usually let my subs choose. I ask what would they expect to see in the playroom- they name some and I retrieve them and we play with the named items. Except if they get a little too clever and pick out the ones used for their own pleasure, I'll pick them myself." His eyes are on me as I watch him slowly saunter towards the dresser and opens it to reveal a variety of toys.

I swallow hard, brushing my hair behind my ear and trying to act like I wasn't fazed but I obviously was.

"But I just named some toys." I point out silently and he bites his power lip, his eyes railing down my body as I watch him slowly pick up what looks like construction rope.

"Oh yes you did. Now it's time." He whispers and I lick my dry lips. "Playtime?" I ask
"Playtime." He echoes and walks over by another table.

"We have the rope. Now we need a flogger." He pauses and I watch as he picks up a black fabricated item with long thick strips of leather out of them.
Holy fuck.
There was the flogger.

"Now what was that last one?" He asks and taps his chin thoughtfully and tosses the two items onto the bed. He walks over to a jewelry box and looks back at me, the last toy dangling on his finger. "And a ball gag for to fill that pretty little mouth of yours." He pauses and steps towards me again.