I don't know much about BDSM, and I never cared to learn. But when I meet a handsome billionaire who wants to introduce me to it, I can't say no. I say I won't be a good student, and will have to suffer many punishments, and he smiles. One night his treatment of me is so intense, I break down like a shotgun. He says it is sub-drop. I say it was having my mind blown into a million pieces.
“This is part of my world, Camila. A very important part. I want you to know now instead of later. Walk around and take a look at everything. Ask me any questions and I’ll answer them.”
“This is more than Dominant and Submissive, Dash. This is full blown BDSM.”
“Yes, you are correct. Does it scare you?”
“A little. I guess I just don’t know enough about it.”
“Take your dress off, Camila. Now.”
I stand and look Dash in the eyes. There, there’s that indifference again. But I know that’s not how he feels about me.
“Now, Camila. Take…the…dress…off.”
He’s undoing his tie and sliding it from around his neck. Unbottoning his shirt and taking off his jacket. He’s wearing no undershirt, and I can see dark hair on his chest, but not too much, that runs down his chest into a vee that disappears down the waistband of his trousers.
When he takes the shirt off, I’m breathless. He’s beautiful and built perfectly like a god from Olympus. His eyes are hypnotic as they stare into mine, and I know I’m going to obey him. I’m in big trouble.
I push the dress off my chest, unhook the bra, and push it all down to the floor at my feet.
“What now, Dash?”
“Sir, you will call me sir.”
“Okay, sir. What now?”