Chapter 98 - Safeword

Eleanor's P.O.V

I followed him like a lost kitten out of the ebony door, back into the room as I watched him sit down on the wooden chair.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I approached him cautiously, the floorboards creaking underneath my feet. He looked up at me with a knowing smile, as if he could tell that I was nervous.

"Kneel," he gestured to the place before his feet on the carpet. I hesitated for a moment before finally falling down to my knees, eyes flickering around the room nervously.

Never actually did this crazy shit with the intention of pleasing something.

"So, my pretty little flowers. Aren't you familiar with this?" He asked, his voice smooth and melodic.

Like those people who sweet talk to a gullible innocent child to kidnap them.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation.

"So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form