Page 48 of Sexting My Ex's Dad

“Stella,” I murmur, leaning in close so that my breath tickles her earlobe. “Do you like it when I’m in charge?”

My voice is dark and husky, the question loaded with intent. As I pull back to gauge her reaction, I find her eyes wide, hazel irises swirling with a storm of emotions.

It takes her a moment to process my words, but when she does, she nods slowly, biting her lip in anticipation. “Yes,” she admits, almost too quietly for me to hear. “But only if you promise not to hurt me.”

Has she been hurt before? I’d kill the man who…What am I talking about?Just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean I’m suddenly her protector. What’s between us is just sex…probably.

“I would never hurt you in a way you didn’t like.”

She considers my words, chewing on that bottom lip. “I want you to show me.”

I can’t help but grin at her response, feeling a primal satisfaction at the prospect of taking control. My fingers deftly work on my belt, pulling it free from the loops that hold it in place. I watch her carefully, noting the way her gaze follows my every movement with a curiosity bordering on fascination.

“Are you nervous, Stella?” I ask, my voice low and teasing.

“Maybe a little,” she admits, a faint blush staining her cheeks. “But I trust you, Elio.”

For some reason, her words shock me – maybe because I hadn’t been expecting them. I’ve had submissives in the past - all of whom trusted me with their bodies, and if they were stupid enough, then their heart too.

What did Stella trust me with? And why did I want it to be both?

“Close your eyes,” I instruct softly.

“Okay,” she responds, her eyelashes fluttering shut. She stands there, vulnerable yet trusting, and it only serves to fuel my desire for her.

“Keep them closed,” I murmur as I guide her hands above her head, her wrists pressed together.

The scent of her arousal fills the air as I deftly maneuver the belt around Stella’s delicate wrists, the warm leather pressing against her soft skin, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“If you ever start to feel like you can’t take what I’m giving you, and you want me to stop, immediately, then you say your safe word.”

She chews on her bottom lip. “What’s my safe word?”

“What do you want it to be?”

Stella considers for a moment before she answers. “Puzzle.”

Puzzle? “Why?”

“Because no matter how hard they are, I’m always able to figure them out.”

The things this woman does to me.

“I hate to tell you baby, but this is a puzzle you’ll never know the answer to.” I grip her chin between my fingers. “You don’t say that word unless you can’t take another second. It’s not to be played around with, do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I pinch her chin. “Yes what?”

For a moment, I expect her to fight me, but I’m pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. “Yes sir.”

The words shouldn’t do as much to me as they should.

As I step back to admire my handiwork, I can’t help but marvel at the sight before me: Stella, bound and trusting, her body trembling with anticipation. It’s a sight that leaves me hungrier than before.

“Is it too tight?” I ask.

Usually, I wouldn’t care if it were any other woman – but this is Stella. She’s new to this world, and if I want her to enjoy it, I have to ease her into it.