Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

She stepped closer, looked up at him. Her eyes were smoldering again, and her lips tugged into a smile.

"No." She ran her hands over his sides, smiling up at him. "I came here so that you could use me. Remember?"

"Alright." he grinned, pulling her up by the wrist. "Was the blindfold effective before?"

She smiled as he pulled her up.

"Quite. If you're asking for the reason I think you are." After a moment, she actually looked away. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

He took her by the chin. "Its not about that."

He looks at her with sheer intensity. "I want to find the real you. Not simply what has happened to you. Those are events. I want to see you bear your soul. I want to know who you really are. And I want to find out in a way that pleases both of us."

She looked up at him, curiously.

"Why?" she asked, nearly in a whisper. "Why would you care about me baring my soul to you?"

"I already told you." he whispered back. "I find you fascinating. I want to see who you really are."

She smiled as she stood there, looking up at him. She stepped even closer, mere inches away from him as she whispered a reply.

"As you wish. Do as you will."

He smiled and handed her blindfold. "Put this on."

She took the blindfold and smiled at him. Sure, she had given him leave to do whatever he wished, but this added a bit of excitement to the whole thing. It meant that she didn't know what he would do. She slipped it around her eyes, tied it tightly in place.

"You're very intriguing," she said quietly.

"Oh?" he took her hand gently. "And why do you say that?"

She let her hand slip into his, let him lead her where it was that he wished her to go. She smiled again, but shook her head.

"You simply are. I see how you are good with what you do. You come across as being very conscientious and caring when it comes to a bedroom manner. Also confident. Yet, you have barely met me, and yet you wish me to bare my soul for you, and you actually seem to care if I do or do not. It makes for an intriguing individual, in a society like ours. Sincerity is hard to come by, even false sincerity."

He reached up and touched her cheek and lips. "We have not known each other long, but you are very dear to me, Griselda. I hope you never feel I've betrayed your trust. Now having said that, I intend to whip you senseless until you show me who you truly are."

He gave her a soft kiss then, even as he gently pulled her arm up, shackling her at the wrist.

She seemed to smile. At least, her lips did when he touched them. She didn't resist as he pulled her arm up to shackle her wrists ... somewhere ... above her. She did laugh softly, even tilted her head in what could only have been good-natured amusement.

"This should be interesting."

He shackled her other arm, spread fairly wide. "I told you I would not interrogate you about Joseph, and I won't. If you choose to tell me something of your own volition, however, that would grant me some insight, feel free to do so."

He then shackled her ankles wide. No spreader bar this time, however.

She shook her head with a smile.

"Not about Joseph. This was never really ... Joseph's sort of thing. Or mine, for that matter." But she didn't seem to be stopping him as he shackled her into place. "He didn't care to know me. Though I have a question before this begins, if I may?"

From behind, his fingers caressed down her left side. "Yes?"

She leaned into his caressing fingers, seemed to shiver before she spoke.

"I now that I am quite stubborn. I know that I can put more than a few to shame with my abilities to keep myself under control. But you were describing something that sounds very much like physical pain." She blew out a breath. "I had no problems doing as you asked earlier, as I had given my word, and held no embarrassment for it. But this is something that I won't be able to fully contain."

She spoke softly again. "With the knowledge that physical pain will occur, the Beast will rise. This is by no means an indication to cease, just a warning. I believe you have taken all precautions for it. But how would you like me to indicate to you that I may need a moment, without calling for the cessation of activity?"

Still behind her, he caressed her neck. "The word you chose at the start of the night. You may use it if you feel you must. Under any circumstances."

She shook her head.

"That, I know. I'm talking about something different. Something more ... temporary ... than that one."

"Oh?" he began gently groping her left breast, oblivious to any distraction he was causing her. "How so?"

"No!" she yelled, obviously trying to twist away from his grip. "No, not the left one." She sounded like she might start crying at any moment, the way she whimpered, for the first time since they had met, actually cringing away from his touch.

Clearly, she wasn't going to answer his question. She was too busy trying to get away.

((Oops. I think i meant the right. ))

He immediately pulled back. "Griselda, I'm sorry." he moved around to stand in front of her, caressing her cheek. "Please forgive me?"

She immediately calmed, the moment his hand was off of her left breast. She was panting, but she immediately stopped moving, and took a moment to gather herself. Then she smiled.

"It's okay. No harm done. It's okay." She seemed to be smiling at him again. "Nothing to forgive. It's okay."

"Its what you fear the most, isn't it?" he whispered. Still caressing her cheek. "The loss of control."

She shook her head.

"No. I don't mind not being in control," she whispered, leaning her cheek into his fingers. "It's letting him have control. I don't want him to have control."