Jonathan

I stand there, eyes glued to Izzy as she turns to head out of my office. Her posture is completely different then before. Gone is her tension and even her face shows a serenity that I haven't seen on her before. Once she makes it back upstairs and I hear her bedroom door shut I close the office door and drop back to my chair.

What the fuck was I thinking!? I had no right to take her over my knee like that.

"Fuck," I hiss palming my forehead in frustration.

My mind replays her punishment, over and over again on a loop. How perfectly she obeyed, how well she took it and her response... Everything about the exchange was perfect, except for one incredibly important detail... Consent.

Part of me regrets caving in but the larger part doesn't regret a thing! Izzy has too many self destructive habits and she gets lost inside her mind, which is clearly not a friendly place to be. I may not know everything going on in that brain of hers, but I can read her body language perfectly. She's crying out for help, and I can't stand idly by and do nothing!

When she realized I was going to make good on my promise of punishment, her sapphire eyes went wide with shock, but instantly I also saw anticipation. She was hesitant for the first spank, but something changed the instant my hand came down and she started to count.

Izzy surrendered.

Her body relaxed and she embraced her punishment, each strike was heavier then the last but she gladly took them all and wanted more.

I was so proud of her that when she begged for more I couldn't deny her. The feel of her silky smooth skin under my fingertips had me itching for more. God the way her ass rippled with each spank of my hand was hypnotic, I could watch that for hours, and that beautiful pink blush! I know she was disappointed when I stopped so soon, but I needed to for my sake.

With a groan I adjust the bulge in my pants and force myself to stop thinking about it. We need to have a serious conversation and soon, but I'm afraid to mess up whatever it is that we already have. I had thought about looking for another submissive once I settled back in, but now I know the only one I want is Izzy. Even with how she struggles, she is the perfect mix of sexy, sweet and smart. Her meek spirit strokes my dominant side in the most addictive way possible, leaving me craving more.

I pick up the last of the files and put them away before flicking the light off in my office and heading out for the night. Next problem is dinner so I pull my phone out and flick through local options, settling on pizza and ordering delivery for later tonight, giving me some time to clean up and Izzy time to rest.

My mind is in overdrive. I can still smell and feel Izzy on me, hell my palm still tingles. Tossing my jacket onto the chair as I close my door I pause remembering her curiosity when she looked at my bed.

What I would have paid to have known exactly what she was thinking!

I had a pretty good idea based on her blown pupils, parted lips and rapid shallow breathing. Her mind was no doubt painting some explicit ideas while she ran her delicate fingers over the details of the posts. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to my own thoughts as I watched her stretch and explore it.

Now that I've crossed that line, those thoughts are growing incredibly detailed and vivid. Suddenly I want to know everything! I know she's a submissive but that's about it, oh and that blood and knife play were hard limits BEFORE the attack. I can guess based on her reaction that she likes pain, but maybe only a bit? But what are her deepest desires and fantasies? What drives her wild and washes her mind clean?

Damn I want to know it all!

If she was anyone else I would have just had this conversation before we started, but when I met Izzy, that was the last thing on my mind. The first night in the kitchen at the club, the thought that I wanted more from her seemed to terrify her, but not now, so what changed? Maybe before I have a talk with her I should talk with Anne, she seems to know Izzy the best out of everyone at the club.

Slipping off my tie and dress shirt, I pause at the end of my bed next to my trunk and open it. From the outside it looks innocent enough, just a large, heavy, dark wood chest with padded black leather top. The attached buckles and handles just make it look like it was designed for travel and being secured in transport, but like the bed it's functional if you know where to look, and how to use it.

The options are endless with concealed D-rings around the base and slightly raised base I can strap a submissive down in any number of positions leaving her at my mercy for punishment or pleasure. She can be restrained in a way that makes her unable to move, only take what I give her, or left somewhat loose for more flexibility. Outside of a full playroom this is the next best thing.

Inside there are two trays, the first layer assorted toys, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and the second level has collars, clamps, assorted riding crops, paddles and floggers. The main cavity of the chest has straps, restraints, ropes and assorted bondage gear. An optimistic smile spreads across my face as I look the items over.

It's been far too long since I've played.

My last relationship if you can call it that was vanilla hook ups... It got the job done but just barely and pales in comparison to how I feel having just tested the waters with Izzy.

Every look and exchange passes through my mind, how quickly she has warmed up to me, how much she's starting to open up. I don't think she even realizes she's doing it, it's just natural with her and I want nothing more then to see where it goes. After nearly coming from just spanking her, I know I'm addicted.

My eyes roll back in my head and I groan as my mind flashes suggestive clips of Izzy strung up at the end of my bed. Her alabaster skin on full display, wrists bound together above her head, ankles tied to either post, hooked and collard, forcing her to arch her back beautifully. Such a stunning blush across her pert ass, and her desperate whimpers begging for more.

Holy fuck!