Chapter 44

I get up, walking to the paddles. Grabbing one, I put it in my mouth before I crawl across the floor towards him, dropping it at the side of the bed, waiting for him to react.

“You really want to do this?” He looks at me, kneeling by the bed, in leather lingerie with peepholes. My head nods, and he moves.

“Stop.”

He freezes, confused. “What the hell Alena? Seriously, is this you now punishing me?” He waits for my answer, and I can’t help but laugh.

“No, but there is something I want you to put on for me if you think I deserve a treat? It is over there by the chair.” I watch him walking towards the chair, stripping and pulling on the rubber bottoms. Now that is even better than jeans.

He walks back to me.

“I don’t want a submissive. I want a slave.”

I think back to the research and can’t think of any issues with it, so I nod. We did a bit of that on our honeymoon.

He grabs the lead, leading me out of the room, with me crawling