at
him as she did as he requested, and Callan was damned sure it wasn't subbie
obedience but blind terror or some similar reason that made her behave like
that.
He checked the door was locked and slipped the
deadbolt, mentally cursing he hadn't thought to do it before. But then all the
owners agreed each could enter the others office when needed. As it was Callan's
night off Sean would have no need to assume Callan was in residence and knock.
"That's us secure. Now, how about telling me
why the over reaction? He's a Dom, and he's going to see you in much more
provocative clothing or situations if we do get together."
Mason lifted her head to look at him. He'd never
seen such abject misery, and his body tensed at the thought she was going to
safe word out before they'd even been together.
"I know." Her voice was low and he
couldn't decide if she sounded sad or annoyed. "But I've never done
anything in public, and that was Sean O'Connor. He's a mate of my cousin."
"So am I." Did he sound as bewildered as
he felt? Callan had no idea why she worried. "A friend
of Marco's."
"Yes, but Marco set us up or we think he did.
Sean didn't and he'll know why I'm here."
"And you know why he's here," Callan said. Talk about stating the obvious. "So
what's the difference?"
"Argh, men, Sir."
Her words were so contradictory, Callan bit the
inside of his lip to stop himself grinning. He reckoned it wasn't the right
thing to do, he needed to sooth her fears not increase them.
"Love, explain. You said you were in the
lifestyle with your husband, and now hopefully you're in it with me. Michael
joined you both up here, so he was obviously going to bring you."
She bit her nail. "But we hadn't. Been here or anywhere. He'd always been adamant, what I did
was for him and him alone. We were a partnership, albeit a D/s one. So no one
really knew. Okay, Marco guessed, after all I was collared, and we did live our
lives to our own way of the lifestyle, but for Sean to walk in and see me half
undressed was more than a shock. I just got every insecurity known to humankind in spades. And then he went for candles."
Callan sat down on the settee and pulled her onto
his lap. "Are candles a hard limit, love?" He decided they might as
well talk about limits whilst she calmed down and realized there was nothing to
fear.
"Nope, I got all shivery in a good way. They
were Michael's though, as he'd been burned by one as a kid." She wriggled
and smiled as his cock settled between her butt cheeks. "I so wanted to do
some wax play, but no dice. My hard limits are piercing, cutting, and butt
plugs. Oh and to be honest, I've never enjoyed going down." She blushed
and bit her nail again
Butt plugs? That's a
weird one. Callan decided to talk about that later. What a strange set of limits she had.
"So you won't put my cock in your mouth and
love me? Let me swell and fill you that way? Don't you like the thought of
swallowing my juices and knowing how I taste?"
She went white, red then white again. Her skin was
flushed and a sheen of perspiration coated her skin,
making the fine hairs stand out slick and proud. "Ah. Oh, damn it. See
when you—oh lordy, sorry, Sir." She touched his arm. "God I'm shite
as a sub, aren't I? No wonder Michael never let me sub
in a public scene. I'd show him, and now you, up."
She looked close to tears.
"Do you want to?" he asked quietly. Even
the air in the room seemed to await her answer. "Scene in public, not show
me up? Which for the record you'd never do. Believe
me. I'd be proud of anything you did. So?"
"Maybe. Oh help, I'm a mess aren't I? Yeah I think so, but well, maybe."
Callan stood up abruptly and took her arm.
"Remember you can safe word at any time.
Remember where you are, don't speak without my permission, and accept my
diktats okay? Color." He snapped the words out.
"Yes. Yellow."
Callan held his groan back. He should have known.
"Why love?" He gentled his tone.
"Please don't scene with me, or make me
him as she did as he requested, and Callan was damned sure it wasn't subbie
obedience but blind terror or some similar reason that made her behave like
that.
He checked the door was locked and slipped the
deadbolt, mentally cursing he hadn't thought to do it before. But then all the
owners agreed each could enter the others office when needed. As it was Callan's
night off Sean would have no need to assume Callan was in residence and knock.
"That's us secure. Now, how about telling me
why the over reaction? He's a Dom, and he's going to see you in much more
provocative clothing or situations if we do get together."
Mason lifted her head to look at him. He'd never
seen such abject misery, and his body tensed at the thought she was going to
safe word out before they'd even been together.
"I know." Her voice was low and he
couldn't decide if she sounded sad or annoyed. "But I've never done
anything in public, and that was Sean O'Connor. He's a mate of my cousin."
"So am I." Did he sound as bewildered as
he felt? Callan had no idea why she worried. "A friend
of Marco's."
"Yes, but Marco set us up or we think he did.
Sean didn't and he'll know why I'm here."
"And you know why he's here," Callan said. Talk about stating the obvious. "So
what's the difference?"
"Argh, men, Sir."
Her words were so contradictory, Callan bit the
inside of his lip to stop himself grinning. He reckoned it wasn't the right
thing to do, he needed to sooth her fears not increase them.
"Love, explain. You said you were in the
lifestyle with your husband, and now hopefully you're in it with me. Michael
joined you both up here, so he was obviously going to bring you."
She bit her nail. "But we hadn't. Been here or anywhere. He'd always been adamant, what I did
was for him and him alone. We were a partnership, albeit a D/s one. So no one
really knew. Okay, Marco guessed, after all I was collared, and we did live our
lives to our own way of the lifestyle, but for Sean to walk in and see me half
undressed was more than a shock. I just got every insecurity known to humankind in spades. And then he went for candles."
Callan sat down on the settee and pulled her onto
his lap. "Are candles a hard limit, love?" He decided they might as
well talk about limits whilst she calmed down and realized there was nothing to
fear.
"Nope, I got all shivery in a good way. They
were Michael's though, as he'd been burned by one as a kid." She wriggled
and smiled as his cock settled between her butt cheeks. "I so wanted to do
some wax play, but no dice. My hard limits are piercing, cutting, and butt
plugs. Oh and to be honest, I've never enjoyed going down." She blushed
and bit her nail again
Butt plugs? That's a
weird one. Callan decided to talk about that later. What a strange set of limits she had.
"So you won't put my cock in your mouth and
love me? Let me swell and fill you that way? Don't you like the thought of
swallowing my juices and knowing how I taste?"
She went white, red then white again. Her skin was
flushed and a sheen of perspiration coated her skin,
making the fine hairs stand out slick and proud. "Ah. Oh, damn it. See
when you—oh lordy, sorry, Sir." She touched his arm. "God I'm shite
as a sub, aren't I? No wonder Michael never let me sub
in a public scene. I'd show him, and now you, up."
She looked close to tears.
"Do you want to?" he asked quietly. Even
the air in the room seemed to await her answer. "Scene in public, not show
me up? Which for the record you'd never do. Believe
me. I'd be proud of anything you did. So?"
"Maybe. Oh help, I'm a mess aren't I? Yeah I think so, but well, maybe."
Callan stood up abruptly and took her arm.
"Remember you can safe word at any time.
Remember where you are, don't speak without my permission, and accept my
diktats okay? Color." He snapped the words out.
"Yes. Yellow."
Callan held his groan back. He should have known.
"Why love?" He gentled his tone.
"Please don't scene with me, or make me
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