Chapter 7

I decide not to answer him just yet. Instead, I walk over to the closet that I told myself I wouldn’t open tonight.

“If worshipping is the reward, I’d like to see the punishment,” I say, stepping back and gesturing with my hand toward the closet.

He takes his suit jacket off, and I openly watch his muscles stretching his shirt fabric, just like at the office. There is a different energy here, though.

Then, he walks over to the closet, pausing in front of me for a second before turning to look at the objects fully. I step back to give him space to decide, heading back to lean on the desk as he chooses. The closet only holds beginner toys: cuffs, floggers, and simple collars. It is about exploring interests, and once preferences have been established, the harder and more complex toys can be brought in.

“The one in that room you showe