Consent, gaze, touch – her first time in her world

Scarlett wasn't naive. She knew what she wanted – though for a long time she couldn't put it into words. Her desires had been maturing within her for years. They weren't trivial. It wasn't about just any romance. She wanted control – to give herself to someone who would know how to guide her every breath.

Signing up on bdsmclub.com was like taking her first step out of the shadows. That's where she met Jaxon. His messages were calm and measured. He didn't throw himself at her like the others. He asked questions. He read between the lines. He slowly stripped her of her fears before touching her body. And her? She opened up. With every word, she became more naked.

Their first meeting—in real life—took place in a rented apartment. The interior was darkened, warm. Soft lamplight spilled across the walls like honey.

Scarlett crossed the threshold, dressed in a black, tight-fitting dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Their eyes met in silence. Jaxon didn't smile – he just looked. Intensely. As if he were already reading her body.

- Close the door. Take off your shoes.

She didn't ask “why.” She did it. Her body was already trembling with excitement.

He approached her slowly, took her hand, and raised it to his lips. A gentle kiss—barely a touch—sent goose bumps from her fingers to the nape of her neck.

- Do you remember our rules? - he asked quietly.

- Agreement. Safety. The word ‘stop.’

- And pleasure. - he added, leaning so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. - Now you belong to this moment.

He blindfolded her with a silk band. The world disappeared. All that remained was the sound of his footsteps... and her own rapid breathing.

She could feel him standing in front of her. He didn't touch her right away. Her skin burned with anticipation. Finally, the first touch of his hand on her neck. Then his hand slid lower, slowly pul-ling down the strap of her dress. His fingers explored the line of her collarbone, moving sensually, lazily.

The dress slid down her body. She stood naked, slightly tense, but ready. She heard Jaxon stand behind her. His fingers slid down her back. And then... his lips.

The kiss on her neck was soft but deep. His tongue slid lower, down to her lower back. Scarlett sighed. Her body trembled with stimulation.

When he took her wrists and lifted them up, he fastened soft leather loops around them. She felt as if she were suspended in the air—weightless but completely surrendered.

- I want you so much. - he whispered. - But I'll decide when you get everything.

His tongue slid over her breast, pausing at her nipple, which was already hard with tension. He teased it slowly, circling it with his tongue until she moaned. Then he moved down, leaving a wet trail behind him.

Her thighs trembled as he parted them with his hands. She felt his breath between her legs before he touched her with his tongue. She sucked in air through her teeth. He felt all of her—the taste, the warmth, the trembling. Her hips moved to his rhythm, as if her body already knew the melody. He didn't let her come right away. He paused, arousing her more. Scarlett begged without words.

Finally... he let her.

The orgasm washed over her in waves. Loud, intense, real. She felt her body fall apart in his hands. And he embraced her from behind, untangled her wrists, and pulled her close, letting her fall slowly, safely.

- You're beautiful when you open up. - he said.

Scarlett nestled against him, naked, calm, fulfilled. And for the first time in her life, she felt who-le—seen, desired, and... free.