Will You?

This is an intro story to a much longer series. Posting this as a tease really. It gets more intense. 

Cws:

[Mention of love][No safe word][Intense eye contact][Mention of pain]

Henry walked swiftly yet with caution down the hotel hallway. He had dreamt of this moment for a very long time and it was finally here. There was a lump in his throat but he didn’t mind this. 

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped immediately and checked to see what it was. It was his wife Mary. She texted to wish him good luck. 

Henry was extremely grateful for her sacrifice. She had even offered to help him look through Reddit posts. 

You see…he wanted…no, NEEDED things that she simply could not and would not provide. 

Henry loved pain. Not only physical pain, but mental and emotional. He wasn’t sure if it were due to some suppressed trauma or different wiring in his brain. All he knew and accepted is that he felt if he didn’t get this soon, he would die. 

Not in the literal sense but die as in severe depression.

His wife was well aware of his needs before they were married. She had hoped it was something that would eventually go away. She couldn’t be more wrong. The kinkiest thing she had given into was a slap across the face and it wasn’t even very hard. More like a swift pat.

She could sense that she was slowly losing Henry. They sat down and talked about what could be and what should be done about this. This thing he needed. The things that made her wince and on occasions cry. 

After multiple marital discussions she caved. She told him that she still loved him dearly but to seek out an arrangement. To find someone that would provide the shocks he needed to run through his body.

Henry acted somewhat pained but inside he was screaming with joy. He knew that if displayed that on the outside it would break her. On some level he didn’t care but afterall he still loved her.

Henry stared at his phone screen. “Good luck, be careful and I love you.”

He smiled. As fast as he had checked that text he swiped to another one. It was the text from her. The woman. The woman he had found in a Reddit BDSM group. The text was the hotel and the room number. 

He suddenly felt the lump in his throat again. 

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath as if he were surrounded by people. It was just him in this empty hallway.

He checked the number of the door he was near. 

He read aloud, “652.”

The woman had texted him room number 657.

Goosebumps covered his body and Henry loved it. 

He took slow steps further up.

As if he was trying to talk himself out of it he read aloud the numbers leading up to the room, “653…654…” and so on and so forth.

And then he was there. In front of 657.

His eyes began to water. Not tears of sadness but joy. This was actually happening.

He swallowed and gave three knocks on the door. 

For what seemed like an eternity there was nothing.

Fuck he thought. Had she texted him the wrong room?

Right before he was going to give another knock the door slowly opened. 

His chest tightened. 

The first thing he saw were her eyes. Those eyes. It’s what drew him to her in the Reddit post.

She had titled the post, “Secrets, Rope and No Safewords”

It was a full body photo that was posted but her eyes. 

Heavy with dark makeup, a cat eye liner, a dark greenish eyes shadow. On any other occasion he would have thought this was trashy. But she was different. 

Everything about her was different. In fact the exact opposite of his wife. Henry adored the way his wife looked but she…she embodied force. 

 

  

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/pac5nz/will_you