A Healthy Rivalry: The Lion vs The Warrior

XVI

Deny U

(*** Warning)

Karter

'You had to provoke him?'

I swallowed when AK tugged me to my feet. I only had one thought as I re-dressed myself: I'll be fine, he knows my limits. Right?

'Exactly. That's why I provoked him. I know you think you're moving too fast, but to me it's too fucking slow. I'm a hunter whose prey wants to hunt him. I need it to begin! I need to see what he's about. What he did to us in his room just whet my appetite.'

He led me out of his office and back toward the way we came, only stopping at a red door in between. He took a deep breath and stared at the door. "Just a taste... Your safe word is Red. We won't be in here long, but you can use it throughout any point tonight."

He looked at me before continuing. "You're free to look around and explore. This is the secondary one, let me know if anything in here makes you uncomfortable."

I smiled, my worries settling down. "Yes, Head Master."

He nodded then opened the door. He handed me the end of the rope, then walked off to a side dresser. I smirked inwardly, 'not ready to see the playroom'.

'It's only the secondary, I bet his main one is in his house.'

I nodded outwardly and set about looking around. It looked similar to how Elijah described it, only there doesn't seem to be a large X contraption he mentioned.

The room had a calm brown and burgundy aesthetic, with white accents. Overtop the bed was cuffs, rope, a ball-gag, a riding crop, and a light flogger.

There were assortments of whips, floggers of all sizes and weights, and a variety of paddles hanging on the wall across from it. Everything was organized neatly, everything had it's own place.

AK stood at a dresser, but there seemed to be a closed display in front of him on top of it. Behind him and me, on the wall sharing the door, was a wardrobe. There was also a door in the corner I assumed to be a bathroom.

He cleared his throat and I immediately gave him my attention. He held out his hand, so I walked over and set the end of the rope in it. "Good Boy."

He spoke in a way that kept me attentive. He wasn't being cold, but I could tell he was maintaining a certain kind of distance to me. I can only assume it's the way he speaks when he's into the headspace he mentioned.

"Do you see anything you dislike?" He unfastened my leathers as he spoke, I watched his hands. "Eyes up."

I quickly lifted my head to meet his eyes. "No, Head Master. I didn't dislike anything."

"Good." He began to stroke me slowly. I bit my lip while I stared in his eyes.

"Aren't I supposed to look away?" I moaned softly when he squeezed.

He worked me up to near completion then stuck a snug ring around the base of my shaft. "What?" I looked down to see what he had put on me, and my eyes shot wide.

I looked to him, ready to pout, but he had his back turned; already moving onto the next part. I shook with mild irritation, and much frustration. He spoke without turning around, "Go bend over the bed. Keep your feet on the floor."

Internally, I was cursing him out. I followed his directions nonetheless. I felt him move behind me. "Our version of Dominance and Submission lies with us. I happen to like seeing your eyes, I can gage your reactions better." His hands lightly tapped my ass to make it bounce, obviously another new hobby of his. "You submit to me with your eyes, even when they're looking into mine."