Page 8 of Dancing With Temptation

She wasn’t nervous or panicking about what would take place between the two of them here, it was a business relationship and that made the thought of sex with Lincoln, of being vulnerable to him, a thought she could handle. That contract removed emotions, even if a bond of some kind might form. There was a beginning and an end with that piece of paper. It might be something she’d have to remind him of later, that this wasn’t a romantic relationship but a business one. The problem had cropped up with other protectors she’d had over the years, but not often.

Protectors, such an old-fashioned word for what would take place between them, but appropriate. Back in the day, protectors would provide for their mistresses, keep them housed, clothed, and fed. They were also supposed to take care of any offspring that cropped up from the arrangement, but Roxie knew that support likely hadn’t happened in all cases. Which was another reason she took a pill every day, to avoid those messy entanglements.

He didn’t have to pay for her housing unless he wanted to provide a place for her, but she didn’t want to bring that up for now. Living apart from him would be a good thing. She’d be able to separate her personal space from his that way. Between maintaining her own place and having a contract, she’d stay on the straight and narrow.

“What’s proper training?” He asked as she closed the door behind them.

She looked over at him and tried to judge how to word what came next. “Do you want a sub, Lincoln?”

“I don’t want to degrade you and abuse you until you’re black and blue, no.” He shook his head, his brown hair moving in time with the movements. “But I would like to explore some bondage, the rope-tying stuff, and pushing the limits.”

“Ah, now that’s something that a lot of people get confused about. Pushing the limits can be bruises and welts. It can even be cuts and much worse, some people enjoy that, but I don’t think you will.” She narrowed her eyes and went to the bench that looked like a massage table. She pulled out wrist and ankle restraints from hidden compartments. “Tying someone up puts them in a very vulnerable position. They have to trust you, know that you won’t go beyond their absolute hard no.”

“Hard no? Hard limits?” He asked, looking at the restraints, not at her.

“Yes, the hard limits. Once you have me on here, I have to know that when I say stop, you’ll push a little further for instance. This is about pushing limits, of course it is, but I might say stop in order to push you. That’s why you have to know exactly where I draw the line and why I have to know that you’ll comply with that line. Once I’m on this table, if I use that safe word and you ignore it, or you do something I’ve explicitly said not to, that’s a breach of our contract. I’ll leave and have no further contact with you.”

“I understand.” He nodded, swallowed hard, his face twisted in concern. “How will I know when you’re testing me, pushing me?”

“You’ll figure it out if you’re observant. When I’m on the table you’re the one in control, but we still have to read each other, listen to each other’s breathing, look into each other’s eyes.” She moved close to him until he backed up against the wall. She splayed her fingers over his heart, her eyes on his. “We have to learn to know one another in a way that’s not just hearts and butterflies, we have to know what a quickened heartbeat means.”

She felt his heart pounding under her palm, saw the way his pulse skipped in his neck, and knew he was aroused. She didn’t have to push her hips right up against his to know he was already hard and ready for her, because his lips were flushed as were his cheeks. She knew all these things were signs of his arousal, but would he know them in her? That’s what he had to learn.

“When you can recognize what my body is telling you, I’ll get on that table and let you tie me up, Lincoln,” Roxie murmured the words, so he’d have to draw a little closer to hear her. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her perfume. Another sign of arousal. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, within the limits of that contract. But only when you can recognize what my body wants.”

She pulled away and smiled a triumphant smile when he made a sound of protest.

“Until then, I’ll show you what this equipment is for, give you ideas on how to give and receive pleasure, and let you learn where you want to go exactly.”

“I want you.” He said plainly, his hands open in front of him. “I want to give you pleasure, be given pleasure by you, and explore all the areas you seem to know so well.”

“I know them, yes, but I don’t live in them, not like some.” She didn’t want to go into what she meant exactly, so she gave him a calming smile and tilted her head. “That’s a choice you have to make, how deep you want to go. For now, let me show you some of the items in this drawer.”

Lincoln listened carefully as she explained the use of nipple clamps and the variety of ways they could be used safely. “If you leave them on too long, they’ll cause damage.”

“These look interesting.” He said, picking up what amounted to two bamboo sticks with rubber bands attached.

“They are very nice, when used properly.” Her smile was secretive but full of knowledge. “Even you might enjoy them.”

“I might, I don’t know.” He shrugged and put the sticks down. “I don’t know a lot about this kind of thing.”

“You will soon enough. Now, these are for you.” She opened another drawer full of cock rings, textured penis sleeves, vibrating prostate massagers, non-vibrating massagers, and masturbators. “And please don’t be embarrassed. These are to enhance your pleasure, after all. And it’s my job now to make sure you have just that.”

“I see.” He looked down at the items in the drawer.

Roxie hid a smirk when she saw him take a deep breath and frown down at the items laid out there.

“A prostate massager? That’s really a thing?” He looked up at her with doubt dripping from his face.

“It is. Men that are brave enough to try them love them.” She closed the drawer with a shrug and moved on. “These are restraints, silk ropes, handcuffs, and a few other things. I suggest, if you want to try rope-tying, that you practice on something else before you practice on me.”

“Totally understand.” Lincoln nodded in agreement and pointed at another drawer. “What’s in there?”

“Lots of things.” Roxie opened the larger drawer to reveal a rainbow of colors. Boxes of condoms, a first aid kit, sanitizer, wet wipes, and a lot more filled the drawer. “I know we’ve looked over some of this stuff before, when I first finished the room for you, but you need to become familiar with each item in this room.”

“And the whips?” He pointed at a wall that held several styles, from riding crops to short whips with long handles, and longer whips too.

“Only if I agree on those, I’m afraid. You need to practice with them too if you want to use them. They’re dangerous in untrained hands.” Roxie pulled down a riding crop and held out her hand. “Give me your hand, palm up.”