Regrets

8. Jeannie

"Will you fuck me tonight, Master?" she asked, her head buried in his chest.

He held her, running his hand over her back. "I'd like to, but I don't have any kind of protection, and I doubt you do either. It's not like I was planning on the night unfolding this way."

"I'm on birth control, if that's what you mean," she offered.

"Oh, well that's good, but I was thinking about the other reasons people use protection. I'm not concerned, since I'm guessing you've been in a monogamous relationship for a long, long time. But you don't know anything about me."

"So you're holding off out of concern for my well being?" she asked. "Is there something I should know?"

He laughed. "Oh, no. I'm quite sure I'm clean. But it doesn't matter. I am in a position of power over you, and it would be irresponsible of me to ask you to take a risk like that."

"I want to feel you inside me, Master. I don't care about that stuff. I want you."

He sat quietly for a moment, thinking. Then he slid her off his chest, and stood up. "You get comfortable. Warm up under the covers if you like. I'll be right back."

He walked over to the dresser and put on running shorts. Then he picked his tee shirt up off the floor and went to the closet. He put on sneakers. He took his room key from the desk and pulled some money from his wallet. Then he left the room.

She watched the door close, and then slipped under the covers. She closed her eyes. She was sleepy and content. And she felt safe. Protected. This was an unusual man—unlike any man she had ever been with. She touched her ass where he had struck her with the belt. It stung. But when she felt the pain, her stomach flipped like it did when he first held her hand. There was a connection between the pain, and the control, and the pleasure, and the safety. It was all connected. And this man knew how to make everything work together, just so.

She thought about letting him tie her up. She fantasized what it would be like to be kneeling with her hands bound behind her back. Or to be tied to the bed. It excited her. She thought about whether she really had a hard limit about being restrained. If she had realized he was going to use a belt, she would have been terrified and told him that was a hard limit. But it wasn't anything like she had envisioned. Perhaps being tied wouldn't be so bad.

Before she knew it, she heard the door unlatch and he came back in. "Hotel gift shop had us covered," he announced.

She smiled at him. "I want you to tie me up," she said.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, nodding. "I might have to tell you to stop. But I think I was too quick to take that off the table earlier. I want to know what it's like."

"Fair enough," he said, pulling the sheets down in a flourish, exposing her naked body. "Ah, there's my beautiful girl," he said with a half smile.

"Yes, Master," she replied, opening her legs for him.