Doing as she was told, she pressed her legs against the bed and lowered her chest. She was entirely aware of him as he strode around the side of the bed, letting the chain slide through his strong hands. How anyone could look that hot doing nothing but walking was beyond Olivia’s capability to understand. Nonetheless, there he was, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as moved to the headboard to slide the chain through the metal. Every move he made was with pure grace, intense power, and something even more addictive—raw sensuality.
By the time he returned and passed the metal through the headboard and attached the end of the chain to the other cuff, she was trembling with anticipation, her sex slick with need, waiting for him to deliver on everything his captivating stare promised.
Behind her now, he planted his mouth near her ear. “I like you this way.” His fingers tickled up her back. “So hot. So ready.” His hand slid between her thighs and he squeezed her needy flesh, then he shocked her with a firm slap against her clit. She gasped, surprised by how good that felt. His approving moan spilled out over her while he lightly dragged his fingernails across her back again. “I like seeing you waiting for me.” He slapped one cheek then the other, and she groaned when he nipped her butt. “I like the sexy sounds you make.” She wiggled against the growing arousal. “And the way you move in desperation.”
Maybe she was reacting to the words he said, or the sensuality he exuded was overwhelming her, or perhaps her intensity was coming from the attention he gave her, but the feeling of being wanted again drove her crazy. Soon, though, it no longer mattered why she was losing her mind. Every touch and each move he made broke her world wide open and she let herself go where he took her, without trying to figure it all out.
His voice deepened. “Bend over farther.”
When she was completely flat on the mattress, he grabbed her hips and tugged her back toward him until the chain pulled tight and her arms extended all the way above her. Her bottom was left completely exposed over the edge of the bed. The position felt vulnerable. But the position also brought arousal that she couldn’t dare control.
A cold breeze brushed across her bottom as he stepped away, and she turned her head to see him reaching for the leather flogger. In the wise fragments of her mind, she acknowledged the insanity of this moment. There she was, bound to the bed, unable to run, and she’d willingly agreed to a flogging. Something that had been used as torture in medieval times.
But then the soft leather tails caressed her bottom, and those nerves faded with the gentle tickling because soon she began laughing. He stayed silent, continuing to drag the tails along her bum, and every so often, along her sides until she was laughing and wiggling and barely able to catch her breath.
“I like that laugh, Olivia. I intend to hear it more often.” He gave a firm slap on her butt before tickling her again and again until she laughed harder and gasped for breath.
That’s when he gave her a taste of the tails. Admittedly, she had expected sharp pain; instead the tails thumped against her like a massage.
Over and over again, the tails of the flogger warmed up her bottom and back. She moaned into each of the flicks, against the cascading warmth on her flesh. Tension she hadn’t known was there began to drift away. But right as the darkness began to settle over her mind, quieting all thoughts, he grasped her hips and flipped her over onto her back. The chain, which had been holding her arms above her, bound her tighter.
The world melted away to only him.
Noah stood at the end of the bed, naked, hard, and—because at some point he had applied a condom—sheathed. He tucked his flogger under his arm then dragged his fingernails up
her thighs. “Explain how you feel right now.”
“Warm.” She shivered, slightly confused about the rest.
“Let’s get you hot then,” he said with a devilish grin.
He returned the flogger to the case and reached for another one that had slightly thinner tails. He returned to the end of the bed, and immediately sent the tails soaring and landing on her thighs. Her breath hitched, sensation overwhelming her, as she tried to make sense of the new sensation that held a slight sting now. There was no pause. He played there for a minute, and her thighs began to burn with the heat this flogger offered.
The flicks of heat vanished, then came his deep voice. “Chin up as far as you can manage.”
She lifted her chin and was staring up at the coffered ceiling flickering with the candlelight when those stinging tails licked her breasts. She gasped against the sting on her nipples, her fists clenching, and yet confusing heat flooded between her thighs.
“Olivia.” His voice sounded firm now, nearly harsh, pulling her back into her mind.
“Yes, sir?” she managed.
“I instructed you to lift your chin. It’s for your safety to avoid your eyes. Do as I ask.”
She hadn’t realized she had lowered her head. My God, she couldn’t think. She trembled inside and out, her mind stuck behind a wonderful haze. She forced her chin up, and that’s when Noah unleashed himself. He moved around the bed, sometimes striking her right breast, then her left breast before moving down to her thighs, until he had done what he said he would.
She was no longer warm. Now her skin burned in the best way possible. Everything seemed more alive. She felt more alive, aware of her body in ways she’d never been.
“Look at me, angel,” he murmured.
She lowered her chin and then he was all she could see. Standing at the end of the bed, and holding the condom in place, he stroked his thick cock. Her breasts were hot and the nipples were tingling, and her inner walls clenched for him to hurry up and get inside her.
He stared between her thighs. “Spread your legs.”
Without a thought in her mind, she spread herself wide, showing him what he wanted to see. His low groan made the hairs on her arms raise. He stroked himself harder now, definitely faster, and with the flogger thrown over his shoulder, her fantasy came to life.
Noah had it all. But more than his gorgeous body, or his seductive confidence, or even his skill with a flogger, his hunger when he looked at her was the best aphrodisiac out there.
He wanted her. Badly. And it felt good to be wanted again.