How I Met Henry (on hold)

Chapter 16

Henry sat on the end of the bed with his knees spread apart and pointed to the empty spot between them.

"C'mere, my lil heart snatcher," he said.

"Yes, Sir." I stepped between his feet, which were firmly planted on the carpeted floor.

"That's my good girl. Lemme just move these outta the way real quick."

Henry placed my overnight bags on the floor next to the bed. Clasping my upper arms gently, he slid his hands down to my wrists. His dominant gaze flickered up and down my body a few times before settling on the tie of my robe.

"Pick a safe word," he said.

"Uhh..." I clicked my tongue. "Mercy."

He arched an eyebrow. "That's a good one. It's clear and to the point."

I grinned. "I'm glad ya like it."

"Yer gonna use that word from now on unless ya decide ya like somethin' better, but don't change it in the middle of an act. Make sure ya tell me b'fore we play around," Henry instructed.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, let's get down to it. Ya ain't allowed ta touch me. I'm gonna do all the touchin'. If ya try, I'll punish ya," he informed.

"Yes, Sir. How would ya punish me?"

Henry smirked. "You'll find out if yer bad."

I grimaced. "Ya ain't gonna tell me?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I'll let that be a mystery."

"Aww, man," I whined. "No fair."

Henry chuckled darkly. "Trust me when I tell ya that ya won't like it."

"Fine," I huffed, crossing my arms.

His smirk widened into a broad grin. "Yer so cute."

"Whatever," I grumbled, pouting.

Henry laughed, his fingers reaching for the tie on the front of my robe. "There ya go actin' like a lil brat again." Untying it, he slipped it through the loops and into his hands. "Just ta make sure ya don't touch me, I'm gonna bind yer wrists. Ya alright with that?"

"Yes." I held my wrists up. "I trust ya."

"Good. Turn around."

Complying, I linked my wrists at the small of my back.

"That's my good girl," he praised, curling the tie around and between my wrists. I had a feeling he would be saying that a lot.

"What 'bout my robe?" I inquired.

"Yer gonna keep that on. It'll come in handy. I'm gonna use the silky material ta soothe yer sore ass," Henry explained. "Plus, I don't want ya gettin' cold. That'll keep that from happenin'."

"See? Told ya you'd be a natural," I complimented, grunting as he yanked my bind tight.

"Try ta pull yer wrists apart," he directed. "That tight enough?"

I tried to wrench my wrists free but had no luck. "Yeah, it's good. It's tight, but not too tight. My circulation feels good."

"That's what I wanna hear," Henry stated. "Turn around." Once I was facing him, he spread open my robe, exposing the front of my naked body to his hungry eyes. "Since this is our first time doin' this, I'm just gonna use my hand. I don't wanna go overboard. We'll start incorporatin' belts, paddles or whatever else ya want after we get a lil more experience."

"Sounds good," I agreed. "Get yer feel fer what yer doin' cuz that's important. Belts, whips, crops, paddles...all those feel different and take time ta get used to; especially if yer the one usin' 'em."