Chapter 8

**Selina**


I pull out my laptop and pull up google search.

BDSM

I widen my eyes at the what I find.

BDSM is variety of sexual activities that range from role-playing, dominance and submission, restraints and a variety of other sexual behaviors.

BDSM relationships vary from other sexual relationships as there is a dominant and submissive partner in BDSM. In other sexual relationships, there is no clear dominant or submissive partner.
Within BDSM there is an emphasis on consent, which is what separates BDSM activities form domestic abuse. However, a partner can withdraw their consent at any point in a session by using a “safeword,” or communication used to tell the other partner that things are getting too intense.
A safeword is a word or phrase picked out by parties involved.
Within BDSM there are several subcategories including bondage & discipline, dominance and submission, and sadism and masochism.
Bondage
Dominance and submission
Sadism and masochism

Closing out of the webpage, I slam the laptop down. I hate to admit it, but it turned me on a little bit. I wouldn’t mind Kade doing that to me. No. Stop it, traitorous heart. He left me high and dry. Kade doesn’t deserve to have me.

“Selina?”

I glance up, meeting Zane’s concerned gaze. “Zane, what are you doing here?”

“Frankie said you would be here. I’m not overstepping, am I?”

“N-no, Sir.”

I scoot over so Zane can slip in the booth next to me. Palpitations of my heart thrums wildly as his hand pats my thigh. He gives it a firm squeeze and says. “By the way you’re breathing, I assume you had the chance to do some research.”

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Don’t be nervous, I’ll be gentle, sweetheart.” He says.

I swallow thickly as I turn to face him. His jaw is locked tight as he leans forward. “I have to say, I’m surprised you actually looked it up.”

“You are?”

“Yes, you don’t seem like the type to try new things.”

“I like to try new things.” I say.

“The reason I came by is to tell you, I have an open spot in an hour. That is if you’re free and feeling up to it. Here’s the address.” he slides a piece of paper in my hand. “Are you feeling up to it, love?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll see you in an hour. One more thing, wear something sexy.”

I tug on the short dress as I look up at the building. Zane stood at the top of the stairs and smiled. I walked towards him and averted my gaze. He was damn sexy in the navy suit he was wearing.

“I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“What will you do with me?”

“Tonight, I’ll start out slow. Nothing too extreme.”

“Extreme?”

“Come, let me get you settled in.”

He leads me to a room and closes the door. Nothing too extreme floats in my head as I take in all the gadgets he’s got in here.

Chains.
Whips.
A cross sitting in the middle of the room.
Blindfolds.

Zane circles me and hums to himself. He circles me again and stops behind me. He leans into my ear as he takes my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He whispers low in my ear. “Anything gets too much, just say the word. Pick a safeword.”

“Rojo.”

“Relax, love and let me make you forget.”

He wraps something around my wrists and secures it with a sharp tug. I suck in a breath as he covers my eyes with one of the blindfolds. Everything is dark, but I can still feel him behind me. “Feel me, Selina.”

I can feel his fingers trail down my arms as he kisses my neck. I moan as he pulls down my dress and cup my breasts. His thumb brushes over my nipples, causing me to whimper. “Please, Sir.”

Oh dear, God!

Pain shot through me as he pinched my nipple and twisted the sensitive bud. I can feel wetness between my legs as he runs his hands down further. Circling my waist. Traveling down my thighs. Cupping my sex.

“Zane…”

I feel a sharp sting on my ass. “That’s Sir to you.”

His voice is low and harsh.

“Yes, Sir.” I find myself saying.

His fingers slide inside me, filling me up to the core. He curls his fingers as he thrusts them, making me let out a small whimper. I’m pleading. Begging. Oh Lord, take me now.

“Sir, please.” I say, my voice is cries out to him.

“So wet,” he says.

Another thrust. This time faster with more force. Zane’s free hand grips my hip and feathers his lips over my shoulder. He trails his lips further up and kisses my neck.

“Please…” I beg.

“Do you wish to stop?” he asks.

“N-no. Please, don’t stop. I want more… need more.”

My hips rock as he slips another finger inside and stretches my walls. He holds me firmly in place as I feel the sensation of my orgasm beginning. Just when I was about to come, he retracts his fingers and spins me around. He removes the blindfold and restraints, slipping them in his suit jacket.

“Why… did you stop? I was so close.”

“I know.” He says, “I want you to go sit on the table and lie on your back.”

I do as he says and watch as he steps forward. He looks down on me and casts a smile. He’s pleased as he sees my face twists with need. “I need to come.”

“And, you will, but not yet. First, I want you to do something for me. Rub your pussy, but don’t come. I want you to edge yourself. Almost to the brink of coming, but stop right before the dam breaks.”

I do as he says and circle my clit. Black dots cloud my vision as I push a little further. Just when I’m about to fall, I stop. Zane smirks. A devilishly dark and sinister grin as I do it again. And again.

“Do you wish to come?” he asks.

“Please, Sir, I need… ah, to come.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

“Come.” He says.

And just like that, the dam breaks sending me into a frenzy of the best orgasm of my life.

“Good girl.” He says, “I want you to start doing something. Each day, I want you to start writing in a journal. Whatever you’re feeling, write it down on paper.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

“No,” he says, “I won’t fuck you until you earn it.”