His Rules Remain

Chapter 2: Honesty

I was picked up off the ground and immediately I regretted signing that contract. Aaron threw me over his shoulder and I gripped his pants since they were the only thing I could hold on to. Everyone was staring at us as he carried me down the hall and began explaining the rules to me.

"I wish you weren't in the situation however, at the same time, I'm glad that you are because it gave me the chance to see you again. I know you're nervous. It serves you right to be because we are basically foreign to one another now but you must know from our history that I wouldn't hurt you." He had it half correct at least. I was terrified. I was a little excited as well though because while I was nervous about him touching me, I was also very curious as to how it would feel. I'd never paid much attention to other men since I didn't have the luxury of time on my hands but the anticipation of Aaron touching me was exciting.

He unlocked a door to our right and placed me in the middle of the room on a navy blue rug. I looked around and noticed a large four-poster bed with cuffs attached. There were some ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling and an X made of wood on the wall. There were a few sets of drawers that lined the walls and everything was nicely decorated but very simple. It didn't feel barren or sterile and it seemed comfortable despite the more intense furniture in the room.

"So let's talk, Kenzi. Tell me what you are afraid of in this situation and let me assure you that it's fine." He locked the door behind him and sauntered over to me. He placed his hands on either side of my face and forced me to look up at him. "And be honest. This is all about me being able to show you pleasure and prove I'm not some terrible person. I want you to be comfortable with me and feel safe in my hands because I want you to stay."

For a moment I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what there was to be afraid of so I didn't know what to fear. I was just nervous but looking up into his eyes I let my mind wander into deeper areas of my mind. I wasn't afraid of what he would do to me but of how he would view me and if he thought I was good enough to be by his side. His opinion mattered to me even though no one else's ever had and it was strange for me to wrap my mind around why.

"Come on, McKenzi, catch me if you can!" He shouted as he raced down the hill.

"Slow down, Aaron! I'm not fast enough! Slow down, please!"

But he didn't and I never caught him. He thought it was funny but my nine-year-old self just felt worthless.

His hands snaked around my waist as he pulled my hips closer to him, drawing me back to reality, "Answer me, dear."

"I'm afraid of your opinion." I blurted out before I could stop. He scrunched his eyebrows together and tiny frown lines appeared, "I'm afraid you won't think that my body is good enough compared to all the other girls you've seen and I'm afraid that I won't be able to do the things that you want me to do to satisfy you."

He was stunned into silence for a moment. He just stared at me and never broke eye contact. For a moment we just stared at one another and analyzed the moment at hand.

He took two steps back and looked at me from head to toe. "Strip, McKenzi."

"You said we would talk first." My brain started screaming that I wasn't ready for this.

"We are talking, Kenz, but I'm shirtless and I think you should be too." If he was just asking me to take my shirt off, I could do that. It's just like wearing a bathing suit. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head to reveal my black bra. There was nothing special about it other than a tiny bow in the center. It was pretty worn out and probably a little too small for my chest now that I had grown more.