Chapter 5: Eden Part 5

V set the book onto the floor with the pen and gathered me into his lap. I was shocked when he wrapped his arms around me and just held me for a moment. His fingertips grazed along my skin, slipping my peacoat from my body and leaving me in just my cocktail dress. He neatly folded my coat and put it over the back of the couch.

"Close your eyes for me." V spoke in a calm tone and the atmosphere felt so comforting and clear as I got lost in his words.

I slowly closed my eyes, and he ran his fingers down my arms and along my thighs, causing me to focus on each stroke. He ran his fingers up my body and over my shoulders.

"Turn around for me." He spoke quietly and I maneuvered from his lap to sit away from him. He grabbed my hips and tugged me onto his crossed legs. "You're safe here with me. It's okay. Everything will be okay. Focus on me. How my hands move along your skin."

V began to run his fingers along my shoulders and down my back. He eased my zipper down slowly so that he could touch more of me. I licked my lips and shivered as his fingertips slid up my exposed back and massaged gently. A moan escaped past my lips as he worked his hands against my muscles and made them relax, one knot at a time. I had no idea that I needed this, but I did. Soon all of my worries and stresses dissipated, and I felt like I was ready to talk.

"I think you're ready." V spoke against my shoulder and gently placed kisses along it.

"Yes, Sir." I breathed the words past my lips like a smooth wine and I felt him smile against my heated skin.

"Okay, tell me your hard limits." V zipped up my dress and situated it back in place, leaning down to grab his book. "You can turn around now."

I got up and turned back to face him as he opened the notebook back up to write in it. I was always nervous to give my kinks and what I was into for fear of being judged, but something about him made me think that he wouldn't do that.

"I don't have many hard limits." I confessed because it was true. There was very little that I wouldn't do.

"Really?" V was shocked by this revelation for one reason or another and I blushed.

"CNC is one due to past trauma. I also can't handle men yelling at me. I panic when they do. I also don't like degradation or humiliation. I don't like being called a dumb fuck or anything around those lines. I don't like sounding rods done on me or catheters. No enemas, please, or any type of fecal play. I don't enjoy force feeding but feeding me is okay or having me feed you is okay. I don't love ball gags. The others are fine. I don't like being told how much to eat or that I need to lose weight. I don't like being told that I'm not pretty. I don't like when I'm expected to be someone I'm not. I prefer for someone to accept me for me and not point out everywhere that I am flawed." I smiled as he jotted them down.

"Those last things? No one should do that to you, and I won't do those things to you. You're beautiful the way you are. Like I said, it's what is on the inside that matters, not the outside. Now, how about soft limits." V locked his gaze with mine and I smiled.

"Anal is a soft limit. Something I haven't done but am willing to try but I need to be eased into it." I blushed and he smiled.

"We can do that." V wrote it down and looked back up at me. "Anything else?"

"I can't think of anything else right now." I swallowed hard and he nodded.

"We can add as we go. Now, what are things you are really into? This is the fun part where I get to learn what I'm working with." V settled in for me to tell him my darkest desires and fantasies.

"Bondage, leather, shibari, marking, biting, nails, watersports, impact play, cock worship, blood play, primal, choking, latex, pvc, wax, canes, paddles, floggers, riding crops, spreader bars, suspension, whips, bells, belts.." I thought for a moment before continuing, "nipple play, temperature play, vanilla."

He nodded at the last one, "Clever girl."

"Huh?" I jumped a little in my seat and he set his pen down.

"You know that vanilla has its place in this lifestyle. I like that. Some people don't know that BDSM isn't just about whips and chains, as society likes to say. Or that it's just about being sadistic or masochistic. It's about love and caring for someone, trusting someone. To hand over all of your trust and self to someone and they do the same in return. This beautiful dance and balance between two souls. Vanilla is a beautiful thing and has its place within the pleasure and pain." V smiled and picked up his pen again. "Anything else?"

"Kitten play. Gas masks are also cool as an artistic concept to me. The macabre with something soft and gorgeous." I smiled and got lost in the photos I had seen, and drawings of men or women dressed in seductive or soft tones and how they were juxtaposed to the rawness of a gas mask. Something about it was strangely beautiful in its own way.

"Shall we go over my hard limits and soft limits?" V smiled and watched me nod.

"Yes, Sir." I remembered my words finally because I realized I hadn't said them, and he was waiting for me to.