“You can leave at any time.” His words were cold and professional. “But if you do, the arrangement ends. An easier solution would be to communicate that you’re scared, and I can back off.”
I understood his frustration, but didn’t he know I was fighting years of training to keep my mouth shut? “I’m not scared,” I said.
His hand shot out and fingers twisted my nipple. I gasped and jolted backward, falling to sit on the bed. The pain was sharp but gone a second later.
“It’s perfectly fine to feel scared, but you can’t lie while we’re doing this. If a sub doesn’t communicate, the Dom can push too hard, and that’s when people get hurt.”
I stared up at Joseph, one finger hooked around the cuffs dangling from his hold. Even with a serious expression, he was still undeniably hot.
“You need handcuffs to set me free?” I whispered.
He smiled softly. “I do.”
“If you tell me why you need them,” I tried to regain my composure, “maybe I’d feel more comfortable.”
My attempt to communicate seemed to please him. His hand slipped behind my head into the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back to look at him better. “I have a theory this will get you to orgasm faster. Do you want to try it?”
Oh. The idea of bondage had always interested me, but I couldn’t admit it to anyone. I thought there was something wrong with me. Why would a woman want to be restrained? It was in direct conflict with my desire to be strong and independent. Yet, I craved it. I was desperate to know what it would feel like, and if it would be as good as it was in my fantasies.
“Yes,” I said. The hand in my hair tightened and I realized my mistake. “Yes, Sir.” How was it addressing him like that turned me on? I lay down on the bed, the satiny comforter cool against my skin.
“Reach up and grab the railings.”
I wrapped my fingers around the square-shaped spindles of the headboard. They were thin, but seemed strong. Joseph took a knee on the bed and snapped the first cuff around my wrist, tightening it closed with a ratcheting noise. My grip on the spindle clenched in response. He threaded the handcuff chain behind the rail, and clasped the other cuff shut with a click.
“Tell me if they’re too tight, or if your arms start to go to sleep. Okay?”
“Okay.” My voice was breathy.
His fingertips trailed from my wrists, tracing a line down my arm. I shuddered, clamping my legs together. It was disorienting how quickly I was overwhelmed with desire. The path of his fingertips continued, sliding over my breast, circling my nipple once, before journeying further south. The handcuffs rattled against the iron railings when I shifted on the bed, trying to hurry his fingers along.
“You want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes, Sir.” The fingers drew a lazy, wide circle around my bellybutton, making the muscles of my stomach cont
ract.
“Say please.” His low voice was hypnotic.
“Please.”
Joseph’s index finger traced down until he hit the landing strip I’d groomed on myself. “I want you to go bare here for me.”
I’d never done that, but nodded. “If you want me to, sure, I can try it.”
Again, it looked like I’d pleased him, and I enjoyed the sensation. His finger crept lower, until finally he brushed over the spot where my need was acute. The handcuffs clanged as steel hit iron.
He stroked me once. “So wet for me.” And then he was gone, off the bed and staring down with his dark, animalistic eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you naked and bound to my bed, begging for my cock.” His hand went to his crotch, pushing down his erection. “You’re gonna beg, baby girl, and I’m going to love listening to it.”
I swallowed hard, feeling that same mixture of nervousness and excitement he always caused. His hand disappeared into the open top drawer, and drew out a white . . . was it a microphone? No, wait, I’d seen one of these before in a porn clip. A large wand vibrator.
“Have you used one of these before?”
“No, Sir.”
The wand had a long power cord and Joseph dropped out of view for a moment as he plugged it in. He turned it on, and it hummed quietly.
“I picked this up for you today. Let’s see how you like it.”