Let Us Eat Cake by Destiny Moon Read Free Book Online

it.”
    It was the same guy who ran around on me behind my back. He was not exactly a prize. I had been so naïve in putting up with him. I’d also learned. All around me, it felt like the walls were coming up.
    “Who’s talking about force?”
    “Hello? Collars? Whips?”
    “Rachel, please hear this. I have no desire to do anything non-consensual. Like, none . I would never ever want to put you in a situation you didn’t like.”
    “Good. There’s nothing sexy about abuse.” If I’d been a pushover in the past, I was definitely turning a new leaf. No more bad treatment for me.
    “Is that what you think kink is? Abuse?”
    His expression changed. The fire in his eyes went out and he looked sad. I was guilt-ridden that I’d used that word.
    “I don’t know. I don’t know much about it.”
    “But you do know me.” His face was stern. I had definitely insulted him.
    “Yeah.”
    “So maybe you can trust what I say when I tell you that I would never ever cause you harm or put you in a situation that scares you.”
    “I like being a little scared,” I admitted in a soft voice.
    “Everyone does. I’m scared right now.”
    “Are you?” For some reason, this admission shocked me. It was probably because Jeff struck me as the kind of guy who wasn’t frightened of anything.
    He nodded. “Afraid you’ll get up off my couch, turn your back on me and walk away forever.”
    “I don’t want to do that.”
    “Good.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “Come,” Jeff said, taking my hand. “I’ve prepared something for you.”
    “Oh?”
    “I think you’ll like what you see.”
    He stopped in front of what I presumed to be his bedroom door and held me, signaling for me to wait. He slipped in. I heard him strike a match and smelled the searing carbon and wood. Then another and another.
    “Enter,” he said.
    The room was lit by candles only. They were set up all around, on shelves and dressers. In the middle of the room where one would expect to find a bed, there was instead something that looked like a cot. A swing. There were cuffs hanging from the midpoints. There was an opened box of ties and ropes and gags and whips and, man oh man, this guy was serious.
    Jeff grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. It was just like the last time. I lost all sense of myself and was entranced by his touch.
    “I won’t do anything to hurt you, Rachel,” he whispered. He slid his hands down to my waist and held me from behind. “This is all about giving you pleasure.”
    “Whoa,” I said, unable to hide my reaction to the room. “Holy shit. You are hardcore.”
    “I hope you’re not intimidated.” He nuzzled into my neck and kissed me just below the ear. The sensation distracted me.
    “I am.” Who wouldn’t be? You’d have to be a completely twenty-four-seven lifestyle submissive like I’ve read about in paperback novels to find this normal.
    “Do you want to go back out to the living room? Have a bit more of a regular date first?”
    What did he mean by first ?
    I ignored his question and went straight for the goods. The swing. “How does this work?” I asked, feeling the soft worn leather seat straps. I didn’t even know where my legs would go or whether he’d want me facing up or down or what. It looked sexy on its own, but also like something out of the Marquis de Sade’s imagination.
    “There are many ways to use this.”
    I couldn’t believe how collected he was, as though he were showing me a blender with many different attachments. Maybe I was a tad conservative, but this really blew my mind.
    “So you want to flog me? Spank me? Is that it?”
    “Depends.”
    On what? I stood there, dumbstruck. Sure, I’d expected to sleep with him again and maybe I had even half expected some kind of prop like a blindfold or something like that, but a swing? This was unreal.
    Very calmly, almost as though he was shy about it, he said, “It depends on what you and I negotiate ahead of time. It’s all about