her skin, the muscles beneath, the tiny quivers. Accustoming her to his hands. “You’d think someone could have come up with a better schematic for the human body. Breasts and balls get in the way and bobble during activities. Such a poor design.”
Her eyes closed when he didn’t do anything startling. Her frown was gone. “Good point.”
Oh, now, mustn’t have the pretty subbie get too relaxed.
He bent and cupped one of those beautifully heavy breasts…and her eyes popped open. And when he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her pupils dilated.
So very responsive. He was looking forward to seeing her all flushed and sweaty from pain and arousal.
First things first.
He restrained her right and left legs by running a strap over each calf.
After testing the restraints, she tensed as obvious worry set in again.
He almost grinned. She was a delight to his sadistic heart. But this was a balancing act—and in the beginning of this scene, the emphasis needed to be on comfort.
“Easy, pet.” He stroked her hair. “I’ll leave your hands free. If needed, you can always reach the straps.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Valerie couldn’t believe she’d thanked him. For leaving her hands free. Her legs sure weren’t. She pulled at the calf straps again. There was no give.
With the tilt of the bench, her butt was slightly higher than her head and stuck out past the end of the table. He’d drawn her knees a short way toward her shoulders before strapping her legs down, and it felt as if he’d painted a bullseye on her ass.
His warm hand ran over her no-longer-taut bottom. The calluses on his palms lent an intriguing abrasion over her skin, as he kneaded and slapped her ass and thighs lightly.
Over hidden speakers came the faint sound of music—one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos, maybe—still in the slow build-up. Taking his time, he spanked her harder, then paused to run his palms over her thighs, her ass.
A burn started in her skin, echoed by the one in her core. She started to tremble in anticipation of where else he would touch.
“I love this, seeing you laid out for me, for my enjoyment,” he murmured. “You’re wondering what I’m going to do to you. Hang in there, little professor, you’ll find out soon enough. Remember, your safeword is red.”
When she shivered, he laughed—and his hand smacked down on her ass. Gently, at first, several times.
“You’re turning a nice light pink. Do you bruise easily? Should I try to make sure you don’t have any lingering marks?”
“I’m pretty normal, I think, and I don’t care if there are some bruises.”
“Perfect.” He delivered several more slaps, and then…oh gods, he explored between her legs. His finger slid between her folds, up and around her clit.
She was quite wet.
“Nice, very nice.” The next set of spanks were harder and faster, and her bottom was burning. Somehow, each blow sent more blood to her pussy, making it pulse with need. After rubbing the sting away, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, then…there. Sliding over her clit with the lightest of touches.
She squirmed, wanting more.
After pressing his hand against her pussy, he wiped the dampness off his palm onto her bottom—and slapped that spot.
The sting was much more pronounced on wet skin, and she squeaked.
His deep laugh rang out in the room.
Moving forward, he stroked her hair and gave it a hard tug. “I intend to hear more of those squeaks,” he whispered, then kissed her hard and deep.
She sank into the bench cushions.
For a minute, he nibbled on her lips, even as he caressed her breasts, his hands gentle…then rougher. Squeezing and tugging. Taking possession.
Heat swept through her body, top to bottom, as everything grew more sensitive. As she fell into an abyss of desire.
“These are too pretty to leave unadorned.” He pinched her left nipple, making her gasp.
From his bag, he pulled out nipple clamps and fastened them on her lightly, then tightened the clamps, one, then the other.
The pain turned to liquid heat in her veins. She started to pant.
“There now, aren’t those nice?” His voice, despite the amusement, sounded deeper. Huskier. “Your breasts are perfect for clamps, you know.”
No, she had no idea but couldn’t find the words to say so. Her brain wasn’t working quite right. Only his voice and the sensations he created penetrated.
His hand trailed down her back until he reached her bottom again.
And he spanked her more. Softer, then harder. Slowing to play with her pussy, tease her clit, then spanking