"I love this technique you're using.” Reed admired how naturally submissive she had been. Most needed to learn the skill, and Marley did it without instruction.
Reed waited for her pain to be more evident as her ass grew redder and looked sore from his hits, before he pressed the vibrator back on to full speed. In one second, Marley gasped a cry and shook all over. “Sir, may I come, Sir?"
He grinned, not at all shocked by her response. She enjoyed being hit. It seemed to fuel her arousal, and it hadn't hindered the build of her climax. He suspected the intensity of the orgasm would be unlike anything she'd experienced before. “As long as you come like I have asked, then yes, you may."
Marley inhaled sharply. Reed used all his strength to deliver one slap exceeding her limits. As expected, she roared, lost her position, and stepped forward while she shuddered.
Reed turned the vibrator off in the same second. “You broke position again.” He grabbed on to Marley's arm and forced her back into the right position. “I'm growing tired of having to remind you."
"Sorry, Sir.” She panted, arching her back as he'd told her to before, but she shook with the lingering effects of her orgasm. “I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, Sir."
He moved around to face her, found Marley's cheeks burning red with exertion, and her lovely green eyes were black with dilated pupils. He cupped her face and squeezed tightly. “Don't do it again and you won't."
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Chapter Four
Marley had trouble gathering herself—not only had she received the most impressive orgasm of her life, but she'd had two. Reed had left her standing once he issued his demand to not fail him again as he approached the tray, and she wouldn't dare move.
No man had ever made her come like he had. She'd never felt such intensity, and she certainly never found herself wanting to beg for more. He turned back to her, staring with those captivating eyes of his that declared she didn't need to beg and he planned to give her more.
He stepped in behind her and rubbed lotion over her sore ass, repeating it on the other cheek. “I've enjoyed watching you, but I think I'll enjoy you more if you're spread wide."
The coolness of the cream eased the ache from the flogger, and his words melted over her in a similar manner to the cream, causing a burn to simmer between her legs. He removed the ropes binding her, and Reed snatched up her wrists, rubbing them a while, which eased the pressure from the restraints.
Marley sighed at his touch, not only soothing, but a thoughtful move she appreciated. As the throbbing lessened, he dropped his hands but stayed behind her. “Go and lie down on the box."
She approached the black box in the middle of the room and rubbed her wrists a little in hopes the circulation would return. She hadn't realized she'd strained against the bindings, but the dig marks along her skin proved that she did. At the box, she lay down so her shoulders rested on the edge and her head dangled over the side, while her back was supported and her feet were flat on the floor.
Reed held two longer pieces of ropes as he approached her. Marley's heartbeat kicked up a notch. “You have quite an interest in being bound, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir, very much.” She had never known she'd be so hot to be tied up, but with Reed doing it, being held here as his captive, fire burned through her blood.
"I have a fondness for seeing you bound myself.” He lowered onto one knee by her feet, took her leg, and placed her foot on his knee. With skilled precision, he wrapped her ankle with the rope, circling the twine while he looped it through a knot. Five wraps later, he pulled the rope tight against her skin.
He never hesitated or seemed unsure of himself. Every time he wound the rope, his hands trailed against her skin, and being already sensitive, it only teased her. She wanted him to look at her, needed that co
nnection and approval, yet he never did. He seemed too focused on the ropes.
For the first time, Marley got a taste of what BDSM was really all about—the want to do right by her dom. Through all of this, past the orgasms and the pain, she felt a soul-deep need to please him. As much as she wanted him to offer her another climax, satisfy her, she hoped he got fulfillment from the experience as well.
Within no time, he had the other ankle bound, then glanced to her, and his gaze all but smoldered. She'd been on dates, had lovers before, but no one could make her flush with need by a simple look like he could, and she didn't even know him.
"Tell me, do you enjoy how the ropes feel on your ankles?"
"Yes, Sir, they feel wonderful."
He grinned. “I'm delighted to hear you say that, because you look exquisite."
"Thank you, Sir.” Every time he offered praise, she marveled in it. She'd never thought she needed the approval of a man, but his appreciation made her soar and gave her a sense of serenity.
He took the end of the rope, pulled her leg up so her knee bent, and then he slid the end into the ring on the side of her corset. Now she understood his intention and what the loops where there for: it spread her wide and left her exposed. He bound the end of the rope to her ankle with a knot, leaving her knee bent but supported by the twine.
Once he repeated the move on the other ankle, he stood and smiled. “You're giving me a stunning view, one that arouses me. Can you see what you're doing to me?” He held his cock in his pants, pulled the fabric tight so she could see the outline of his erection.
"Sir, it looks quite hard."
"Painfully hard, sweetheart.” Reed chuckled.