Page 43 of The Star in Room 7

“Do you remember the safe words?”

“Green if I’m okay and want to continue, yellow if I need things to slow down, and red if I want them to stop.”

I nod approvingly. “Then get ready and make yourself comfortable.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hurries out of the walk-in closet and toward the bed, undressing as he goes. His sneakers come off first, then his socks, leaving him hopping, then his shorts and underpants, and finally his T-shirt. I lean against the archway that divides the walk-in and the bedroom, admiring his beautiful, strong body as he arranges himself on my bed, his legs slightly parted, his hands on his stomach, and his flaccid cock lolling against his thick thigh. He looks slightly tense, like he doesn’t really know how to lie.

I sit beside him on the bed and stroke his arm, tracing my finger over his muscles. “Relax, sweet boy.”

“I will,” he promises. “Once you’ve blindfolded me.”

I lean down and kiss his forehead. “Let’s start with the restraints first.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to position your arms above your head,” I inform him, pausing until he’s nodded. “Then I’ll put the cuffs on them. They’re soft so that they won’t hurt, but you won’t be able to move your wrists more than a few inches apart.” I show him the length of the leather strap that runs between them. “I’m not going to restrain your ankles during this scene,” I say in a voice that brooks no argument. “Once I know you’re happy, I’ll put the eye mask on you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Then I’m going to stroke the feathers over your body. Sometimes I’ll use one or the other; other times I’ll use both, either together, or on different parts of your body at the same time.”

He nods.

“Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”

He purses his lips, his gaze holding mine steadily. Eventually he shakes his head.

“You’re all right with me touching your cock and balls?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I lean down and whisper into his ear. “It might turn you on.”

He sucks in a breath.

“You might come.”

He releases the breath slowly. “You can touch me anywhere.”

I smile, kiss his forehead again, and then straighten. “I’m not going to set any time limits this time. I want you to trust that I’ll be watching you closely. That I’ll be using every movement and sound you make—however small—to judge when you’ve had enough. I’m also going to talk you through everything. Nothing will come as a surprise.”

He nods.

“And, when we’re finished, I promise I’ll hold you and take care of you for as long as you need me to. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. I’m going to attach the cuff around your left wrist now.” I raise his arm above his head, lay his wrist on the pillow, and fasten the cuff around it, checking I haven’t secured it too tightly by slipping two fingers between the cuff and his wrist. “How does that feel?”

“Fine. Uh, green. Am I supposed to use my safe words like that?”

“If you want to. But you don’t have to if I’ve asked you a direct question.”

“Okay.” His smile is shy.

“And now your right wrist.”