I turned and followed Max down the hall. When we arrived in front of a closed door, the last door in the hallway and in the very corner of the house, he paused. Max pulled a satin blindfold out of his pocket and dangled it in front of me.

“I’m going to place this over your eyes?" he growled in my ear, running the silky fabric over my bare shoulder. His chest was pressed up against mine as he moved both hands behind my head. "I want this to be a surprise."

I started to say something about feeling silly, but when I looked into his eyes, I sensed his seriousness. I gulped, but silently nodded yes, keeping my eyes on his until the blackness overtook them. I was willing to do just about anything to get his cock inside me at this point.

I felt him tie the delicate fabric around my eyes, then he took my hand. I heard the door open and I was led across the threshold.

"Are you ready now, Emily?" Max’s voice was somehow firm and gentle at the same time.

I felt like my life was in his hands and even though I was nervous, I gave myself to him willingly. "Yes,” I replied, my voice shaking.

I suddenly felt his hot lips on my neck and jumped. It startled me at first but I quickly sank back against him as a warm tingling sensation spread from my neck to my pussy. His lips dug into the curve of my neck at my shoulder, the most sensitive spot, as his strong arms held me tight against him. I could feel his cock grow harder as each second passed. A deep moan escaped from my throat as his teeth nibbled my skin—gently at first, but then harder so that the tingles blended with pain that shot throughout my body.

I almost cried out when he stopped. I immediately felt the absence of his lips. I felt him carefully untying the blindfold and smoothing my hair down.

When I opened my eyes they darted around a lavishly decorated room. Dark wood walls with wallpapered panels, drapes that gathered elegantly on the floor and sheer curtains that let the fading sun in.

Eventually my eyes landed on the lavish four poster bed that was the centerpiece of the room. Chained to the dark wood bedposts were black leather restraints on all four corners. In the middle of the bed sat a gift box, tied with a single black ribbon. Next to the bed an array of candles were arranged on an antique dresser, and beyond that a full length mirror that reflected the box that sat on the bed.

I looked at Max questioningly. "This … this is my room?" There was some fear in my voice that made me cringe. I didn’t want Max to think I was too young and inexperienced for him, but I hadn’t imagined this.

"Do you think you'll be comfortable in here?" He asked with smiling eyes. "I think we'll both be able to get very comfortable. Don't you?"

My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure what to say. I had wanted this. I wanted Max to be in control, to dominate me the way he did in his office, but now that I was faced with cuffs and chains I didn’t know how I felt. "I think so," I answered quietly, my eyes on the leather cuffs.

I slowly took a step toward the bed. "What's in the box?"

“It contains what you will be wearing the rest of the evening. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to step away for a moment and allow you to change.” He took the glass of sherry that I still held in my hand and set it on the bedside table, then pushed the box toward me.

"When I return to the room, I expect you to be dressed in your new attire, I expect this drink to be gone, and I expect you to be waiting on this bed for me. Is that clear?" His eyes bored into mine, making sure I gave him an answer.

I nodded again, unable to make any words come out of my mouth. Max brushed his hand against my cheek and smiled. "Good, I'll be back shortly," he whispered.

Then I was alone in the room. I looked around again to get my bearings and try to calm myself. I started to panic a little when the thought occurred to me that maybe I really didn’t know Max that well at all.

“No,” I said out loud to myself. “You’re being silly. This is all just new and a little scary. Max isn’t going to hurt you.” I looked in the full length mirror across the bed at the hollow stare that met mine. “He loves you.”

* * *

When Max opened the door again a few minutes later I was on the bed exactly as he had instructed. I was wearing the black lace panties and garter that I had found in the box, and my breasts were covered by a sheer camisole with corset-like ribbons that tied up the front. It was took time to tie myself, but I did it as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to disappoint Max.

I sat perched on the edge of the bed and watched him enter the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me and that alone was worth pushing through the nervousness and uncertainty I felt. Max set a tray of drinks on the side table and approached me, his hard cock already visible in his pants.

"Have I done everything the way you wanted, Max?" I asked softly.

“Yes,” he assured me. “Everything is perfect. Are you comfortable in your new attire?" he asked, staring openly at my breasts that were pushed up high by the corset and clearly visible through the sheer black fabric.

I smiled. I didn’t want to be difficult, but this was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever put on in my life. "No," I admitted.

"Good, you aren't supposed to be. Besides, it will be coming off shortly."

"So you're going to fuck me now?” I asked, suddenly desperate to feel his cock inside me again. That’s all I wanted, to feel him inside me. To be as close to him as humanly possible.

Max gave me a stern look and spoke firmly. “Yes, Emily, I am going to fuck you. However … from this point forward, you will do exactly as I say. When we are together like this you will only speak when I address you.” He trailed a finger over my lips and stared at them as he continued. "You will open up your legs or your mouth when I tell you." His hand moved down and held my chin softly. "And, you will only come when I tell you to.” Moving his hand down to my pussy, he pet the soft area between my legs through the thin fabric. I could feel the wetness seeping through my panties and when Max brought his finger back up and pushed it into my mouth I tasted myself on him.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I-I don’t know,” I stammered. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to call him. He had already made it clear that I wasn’t to call him doctor, and I imagined Max wasn’t what he was after either. “Yes, Sir?”

Max smiled as he looked down at me. “Very good. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Max unbuttoned his shirt and quickly shrugged out of it, throwing it to the floor.

"Stand up," he instructed me.

I stood, looking up at him while I did. He was mesmerizing. It was almost as if power was emanating off of him as his eyes burned into me. I felt my throat go dry and my stomach drop as he stared at me, and had to look away. I’d had many men’s eyes on me before. Older men usually made it blatantly clear that they were looking at me everywhere I went. But no eyes had ever had this effect on me before. When Max looked at me like this I was powerless to say no to him. I knew that I would literally do anything he asked me to do from here on out.