entirely happy that he wasn’t going to pursue more. He wanted her desire to build, wanted her anticipation to grow stronger. He was figuring that would be the best way to keep any worries she might have about tonight from taking the upper hand.
She was lying back down on the porch swing. As she adjusted, he went into the house and brought the quilt out, tucking it over her. Her gaze was on him as he put himself to the right of the swing, at an angle so he was gazing down on her head and one bared shoulder, the fingers curled up under her chin.
He rested his hand on the chains holding the swing and began moving it in a slow rock while he started looking through another fishing magazine. He didn’t read much, mostly listening to her breathing and watching her profile. He didn’t need anything more than that to occupy him. His woman was naked at his command, lying under a blanket he’d tucked around her, and she slept because she trusted him to watch over her.
When his gaze slid to the chains holding the chair up, his mind went back to those rope sites he’d visited, attractive submissives bound in elaborate designs.
What was in his mind was a little more straightforward, but no less appealing. Brick had several coils of rope in his boat shed. Rory imagined Daralyn sitting in the center of the swing, her arms tied and stretched out to either side of her, the ropes bound to the chains holding the swing off the ground. Another loop of rope could be hooked around each knee and attached to the arms of the swing, keeping her legs spread open.
He imagined positioning himself square with the swing, but a few feet back, using something like the broom in the kitchen to push the chair, keep it moving in a steady slow rock rhythm like he was doing now. All while he kept her on display for him alone, naked and beautiful. He’d ask her to look at him with her hazel eyes, watch them grow needy and desperate with desire. He’d watch the dampness of her cunt turn into a glistening temptation to his mouth and fingers.
In his head, that was how she’d respond to that, but how about in reality? Maybe he shouldn’t have looked at so much of that stuff. It had put ideas in his head far beyond the simple liking of how she followed his orders and wanted to kneel at his feet. But since that seemed to arouse her deeply, it couldn’t help but make him wonder how much further they could take it.
Well, that was one of the reasons they’d talked about going to the party tonight, right? He just didn’t want to set off any bad memories. Her father and uncle might have forced her to walk around naked, but she hadn’t reacted badly to Rory’s command to remove her clothes, now or in the past. Each time, he’d gone slow, gauged her reaction, and seen nothing but a willingness to follow his direction, reinforced by physical desire.
Trust the gut but take it slow. So far it had proven itself a workable strategy. Because she trusted him. A gift he had no intention of losing.
He had his phone in his shirt pocket. Though he didn’t have to stay religiously on call with the store, during operating hours he liked to keep a weather eye on it. It was always possible a customer might come in for an order with special instructions, and Johnny, Amanda or his mom wouldn’t know the details. However, he kept the system pretty up to date.
He smiled, remembering when Les and Thomas had talked them into automating. He’d grumbled about it and his mom had fussed about losing her notebook full of scribbled notes and paper files. Now he knew just how much time the computer saved them. Even Mom routinely talked about how nice it was to not have the back room full of file cabinets, and how much quicker it made tax preparation. She might not be tech savvy, but she had a great head for business.
As if thinking about it had summoned a call, the phone began to vibrate. He bit back a sigh, hoping it was a telemarketer he could ignore.
It wasn’t, but the name on the display was a welcome one.
He went into the house as he answered, pitching his voice low until he was in the kitchen. From