“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“What are we doing?”
“I’m going to tie you here with your hands above your head, and play with you for a while.”
“Play with me?” She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she was more than willing to find out.
“Yes. Do you remember your safeword?” he asked, his breath stirring her hair. “You need to use it if you don’t like something or you start freaking out, okay?”
“Okay.”
He cut the rope to the length he wanted, then tied what she saw now was a cuff to the newly cut end.
“Where did you get bondage cuffs at the mall?”
He held one closer so she could see it better.
“Puppy collars.” He smirked. “Nothing but the fancy stuff for Miss Ophelia. Now don’t hang from them. I don’t know how strong they are, but I figured they’d mark you up less than rope would.”
She giggled nervously while he buckled them on. She wasn’t usually a giggler, but this was weird and hot and more than a bit humiliating. Her brain said she shouldn’t let him do this to her but a deeper, baser part of her really, really thought she should.
When he was done, her hands were effectively tied over her head. Experimentally, she tugged, but the collars didn’t give. She tugged harder, put her weight on them, bent her knees and hung from them, but unless she unbuckled them she’d be helpless. She was good and stuck.
“I can’t get away.” Even the words turned her on.
“No.”
“Let me go,” she said experimentally.
“Do you really want me to let you go, Ophelia?”
“No. If I meant it, I’d say ‘red.’”
“If you say ‘yellow’ I’ll slow down whatever I’m doing to check on you.”
“Okay.” She grinned at him, a little scared, but a lot excited. This moment felt like the first ascent of a rollercoaster. She shifted and her towel gave up on her and fell off. “Oops.”
He smiled. “That was only a matter of time. I’m surprised it stayed on so long. Now look what you did to me.” His hand slid down to grab at the bulge in his jeans.
“You can’t blame me for that,” she said coyly. “It’s been like that all day.”
“Yes, because of you.” He kissed her gently, coaxing her into kissing him back. Pleasant, but not what she was expecting from tonight. His palm skimmed along her ribs and up her back to thread into her hair. He took gentle hold of it near the roots then increased the strength of his grasp until she whimpered. His hard body was pressed against her, and she wanted nothing more than to roll in his sexy, masculine scent.
“You like a bit of pain, don’t you, pretty Ophelia,” he whispered against her mouth, not asking. “When I spanked you by the river you didn’t want me to stop.”
“You wish.” The gasp her statement ended on might have given her away though. That and the way she kept having to clench her thighs together to relieve some of the ache in her pussy.
His eyes glittered dangerously in the firelight. “Should you lie to the man who can punish you?”
She shivered. “Punish me?” Her voice was higher than usual.
“Yes. Although if you liked being spanked, my belt might just turn you on.”
“Your belt? What would you do with your belt?” She had a pretty good idea, but she just had the perverse desire to hear him say it.
He grabbed a handful of her ass. “Make this sexy ass of yours sting. Turn it pink.” His breathing became even and deliberate, like he was working hard to control himself. “Welt it.”
Oh god. She was trying not to glance down at herself, but her nipples were so hard and pokey that she kept catching glimpses of them in her peripheral vision. He’d have to be dense not to know this was turning her on.