bed, he brought out a roll-topped black cushion. It was about a foot high and wide, and maybe two feet long—like an extremely narrow saddle. He set it on the bed near the edge of the mattress, picked her up, and helped her straddle it. She was facing the headboard, trying to figure out how it worked. Reaching only to the middle of her thighs, it was too low for her to rest her butt on it.
“We’ll start with something entertaining.” He gripped her nape and bent her forward until her ass was higher than her shoulders. Her wrists still clipped together, she braced herself on her elbows.
“You have the most satisfying ass.” He caressed her buttocks between spanking her lightly.
A lovely heat began to spread over her body.
But then he pulled her cheeks apart. A slickly lubed plug pressed against her anus—and was firmly pushed inside.
“What—wait!” She jerked. It stretched the muscles there, burning, and feeling…just plain wrong.
As she tried to rise, he set his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place. “I did read over your limits list, lass. Weren’t anal plugs on the list?”
Oh spit. She had checked the item as a wanted to try. “Yes.” Grumbling—mostly at herself—she tried to relax and was unable to ignore the way the thing felt inside her. Invasive…and disconcertingly erotic.
“Let me know if becomes distressing.” He stroked down her back and gave her hair a light tug. “You can sit up.”
Helping her rise—and didn’t that plug feel weird when her weight rested on it?—he lifted her arms and fastened her wrist cuffs to a chain dangling from the black arches that were part of the steel canopy bed frame. Rather than letting her sit back on her heels, the position kept her kneeling up in a straight line from her knees to her hands. The cushion was still between her legs.
“Mmmph, yes. You’re unbelievably beautiful in this position, lass.” Resting a callused hand on her shoulder, he stood beside her.
The satisfaction in his gaze made her very aware of how she must look. On her knees. Naked. Arms bound over her head.
“Close your eyes, please.” He tied a blindfold around her head.
“What? No.” She would have removed it—but her arms were restrained. “Ghost…”
“I thought it was Supreme Power.” The amusement in his voice was all too obvious.
She was going to regret teasing him. Because this wasn’t a pick-up scene…and they’d been together long enough he wouldn’t have a problem pushing her.
The blindfold was definitely a push. Not being able to see changed…everything. She was far too aware of the cuffs around her wrists, of her raised arms—and how she was now totally unable to defend herself. Her skin felt every waft of rain-cooled air from the open windows.
She was already damp in anticipation of he’d do next.
“You’re such a good submissive, waiting so patiently,” he murmured. Before she could react to the sweet—or scary—compliment, he curved his hand around the back of her head and then his mouth covered hers, taking her, possessing, eroding any sense of resistance.
Pulling back, he cupped her breasts with warm callused hands. Fondling, then squeezing, pulling and tugging on the nipples.
Her breasts swelled until the skin felt too tight.
Running his hands over her, he stroked and fondled…everywhere, making it clear her body was his for whatever he wanted to do.
Heat surged through her in waves at the knowledge.
The cushion kept her knees apart, and his fingers easily found her clit to tease it lightly. She could feel how slick she was. “It seems you’re ready for more. Probably not for how much more you’ll get perhaps.”
She stiffened. What did—
He cupped his hand over her mound—to brace her, she realized a second later, when his other hand swatted her ass. The blows fell lightly at first, then hard, and he rubbed away the sting between each set of blows.
Such a lovely burn—and somehow the blindfold made her even more sensitive.
Stopping for a moment, he gripped her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her, his mouth rough, then startlingly tender. “Ready for more?” he whispered.
She swallowed.
He didn’t wait for her assent. “Let’s see if you like this paddle.” A second later, the wooden paddle smacked against her bottom, and the sting barely had a chance to bloom before he struck her again and again. With each blow the plug inside her shifted, stimulating new nerves, even as the pain grew, sweeping everything away.
Her eyes filled with tears that pooled and dampened the