Devoured Innocence (BDSM)

Chapter 2

Fucked. That's what I had been. Rightfully and thoroughly fucked.

Saturday night, I awoke on my back in Brian's bed. I could barely move, but I wasn't complaining. The spot next to me was empty but still warm.

I smiled. We'd been having sex of some sort ever since we'd arrived after lunch.

Whether I'd been on the bed or the padded bench or his kinky creation. Whether he'd used his hands or his mouth or his cock. Whether it had been fast or slow or a combination of both. However he had done it, it had been pleasurable. And at the end of each scene, he'd brought me to release—albeit there had been times I thought he'd never get there.

He had pushed my boundaries. Not beyond what I could tolerate, but I had never experienced sex like he had shown me. It had scared me a little.

As I lay staring at the ceiling, I reflected on our time together. Although I had reached orgasm at some point within each of our scenes, he'd hinted that it wouldn't always be the case. I half wondered if I would be able to handle that when the time came.

Which made me think of something he'd said after he had completely exhausted me. After he'd carried me to the bathtub and tucked me into his bed, wrapped in his arms.

"You belong to me. Now we're playing by my rules."

Belonging? As a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of thing? Or did he imply something deeper?

And his rules? I knew I was to call him Sir while in this room; to trust him explicitly; to use the safe word if I wanted him to stop. What other rules were there? Did he have a limit? Was there nothing he wouldn't do to me? Did I not have a voice in what I would allow?

Even from the modicum of research I had done on BDSM relationships, I knew that couples should have safe words. But I understood that the word wasn't supposed to end the relationship, just the session because the dominant partner had crossed a line, whether it be a pain threshold, exhaustion, or simply a lack of comfortableness for the submissive partner.

But Brian had expressed that if I uttered our word, he was done with me.

After having experienced him for just a few hours, I knew this was a lifestyle I wanted to explore much more deeply. But because of his sometimes cold personality, I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue the exploration with him. To be turned away like a used toy if he did something I didn't like without discussing it first? That made me shiver again. And not in a good way.

The bedroom door opened. By instinct, I sat up and I lifted the sheet to cover my breasts.

"Good evening, Becca. Lower the sheet."

I obeyed. But deep inside, with just those few words, he'd made me feel like a child. And that irked me even more. "Good evening, Br— Sir."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. Was it always a scene in action once we were on this side of the threshold? Was there no "at ease" stance where we could just be two human beings with similar interests who'd just shared a mind-blowing sexual experience? That was what I'd longed for in a partner. What I had hoped I'd find by agreeing to come home with Brian. But now?

The door closed, and I heard his bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor. He sat beside me on the bed and laid his hand on the sheet still covering my knee. "Did you sleep well?"

I started to nod but stopped myself. "Yes, Sir."

"I didn't want to wake you too soon. Have you enjoyed our time together thus far?"

"Yes, Sir." My exhale came out shaky. I had so many questions. But did I dare ask them? Or would he turn me out? I had never agreed to 'belong' to him. I wanted to talk about it. I wanted—