Fifty Shades of Pulp

Pulp 11

"Anastasia, this is my Playroom. You can ask me anything that comes to mind. I'd like to know what you think regarding my space."

I watch as she looks at me asking permission to enter, waving her in further. "Please feel free to look around."

Watching her open various wooden chests, looking at the toys ranging from candles, vibrators, various nipple clamps to butt-plugs. Tracing her eyes as she takes in everything. The ceiling where there are various attached o-rings, tracks, ropes, cuffs. My spanking bench, table, bed, cross. You name it, she's taking it all in. I try to read Ana's reaction not giving much away, I do notice her eyes keep gravitating toward the wall where my belts, whips and canes are located.

Finally, what feels like an eternity Ana speaks "You're a Dominant." It was a statement not a question.

Nodding in agreement. "Yes, I'm a Dominant."

"I gather by some of the edgier implements, you also indulge in hard play and S/m."

Finding her words exciting, my cock is straining against my jeans. I'm aware she's versed in BDSM. I revel in the thought of taking her in here.

 Oh yeah, I knew it.. you are a kinky girl..

"Ana believe me when I say you will find pleasure in my Playroom. You mentioned fucking later this evening, We should play here instead."

Instinctively my Dom side surfaces feeling hard and edgy, ready to see Ana to drop to her knees.

"Just so you know, I'm usually not so generous but tonight I'm feeling quite open toward negotiating the terms for a session." I notice she ignores my invitation.

"Christian you asked me to say what I think of this space." I hear a tinge of disappointment in her voice."It's intimidating and feels like a dungeon. I think we should go back downstairs."

I close my eyes feeling anger instantly swelling through me and get the urge to lash out for calling my space a Dungeon as if it was torture chamber. Biting my tongue she walks out following her, while locking the door, I notice she's beside me.

hearing Ana speak without malice or anger "We should talk Christian. I'd like to say a few things."

Hearing her tell me this feels like her fingernails grating across my chest. As she sits, I walk to the hutch pouring two glasses of bourbon placing one of the drinks on the coffee table in front of her. Taking a seat on the couch across from her, my eyes have gone ice cold gray. Drinking it down in one gulp I slam the low-ball glass on the table and that it makes her flinch.

Naturally, I'm finished holding my tongue and start in on her... "Ana what the fuck is your problem? You clearly seem to know your way around and know what the fuck, as you so eloquently put it a Dungeon is and..."

I'm taken aback when Ana raises her voice at me. "Dammit Christian, you spent the night opening up to me, putting yourself out-there to gain my trust. Can't I be afforded a few minutes of your time?"