“I couldn’t resist,” I say softly, a little breathless. “I stole this from the boutique today.”
Opening my hand, I let a small chain slip through my fingers. A different light enters his eyes, and my stomach tingles. Without a word, he crosses the space to where I’m standing. Grasping my wrist, he turns my hand over, taking the necklace and setting it aside.
“You stole cheap costume jewelry when I would buy you anything?”
“I suppose I ought to be punished.” My voice is pouty, and I lift my eyes to meet his.
They blaze a trail down my body as he studies me. The white shirt hangs open, and my nipples are beaded. Lifting a hand, he cups my breast, rolling a stiff bud between his fingers, teasing it, lengthening it. I sigh audibly.
“Discipline.”
I don’t smile. I won’t spoil the game, but I love that he’s with me. Shrugging my shoulders, I allow the shirt to slide down my arms. It falls all the way to the floor, leaving me bare to him. I walk to where the wedge is located and kneel. On the silky carpet, I lean forward and place my elbows on the floor, lifting my ass so he can see all of me.
A little hiss fills the air, and I close my eyes to the sound of Rowan removing his clothes. I remember the first time he taught me to do this. I had only read about dominance and submission in erotic romance, and I was so nervous and afraid. By the end, I had come so hard, I begged him to do it again.
He goes to the table and takes the mask, holding it in his hand. “Up,” he orders, and I push up from my elbows, sitting back on my feet to look up at him.
He’s completely nude, his erection pointing toward my face. Our eyes lock, and I lean forward, opening my mouth. With one hand, I guide the mushroom tip between my lips, flicking my tongue around the edges. He tastes salty, and his skin smells like the soap from his shower. He exhales a groan, and I take him deeper, pulling and sucking as he wraps the mask around my eyes, tying it behind my head.
His shaft is wet from my mouth, and I use the slickness to slide my fist down to the base and back up. My lips are focused on his tip, sucking and lightly touching him with my teeth.
I’m rewarded with another low groan, and his fingers cup my cheeks as my head bobs up and down on his cock. I can feel him thickening. I can feel the muscles in his legs tightening under my hand.
“Down,” he commands, his voice thick.
I obey, satisfaction warming my stomach. The French doors are open, and the shush of the breakers on the sea below fills the air around us. I turn and wait as he takes the thigh restraints and wraps them around my legs. Then he lifts my wrists, placing them in the cuffs attached to each side. He closes them and moves me to the wedge. I lean forward on my stomach, ass up, hands bound to the outsides of my spread thighs.
My breath comes in little pants as I wait for the crop.
“What have I said about stealing?” His voice is low and even.
“Not to do it, sir.” My voice is soft, submissive.
“Yet you did it again.” FLICK!
“Ah!” The biting sting on my ass causes my wrists to jerk against the restraints. The movement pulls my thighs farther apart.
“Be still,” he says. “Two more.”
I’m panting, breathless against the wedge and waiting for the light sting of the crop. FLICK! FLICK! Two more strikes, and I cry out. Still, my body hums with electricity, and increased wetness tickles my pussy.
We’re at the last step. He places the crop on the table and takes the remaining strap. It’s a padded belt that goes under my stomach and across my hipbones. His erection nudges at my entrance as I hear him wrap the handles around his wrists.
“I’m going to fuck you deep and hard,” he says.
“Yes,” I manage, my voice trembling.
In one quick pull, he sinks into me to the hilt. Using the handles, he pulls me up and backwards, going even deeper. A loud cry comes from my mouth. Points of light shoot behind my eyes, and he starts moving faster.
I jerk my hands, which forces my thighs apart, and as he pulls the strap under my stomach, my hips lift, sending him so deep. I feel the heat, the irresistible urge, the mind-blowing sensation… He’s found my G-spot.
“Oh, god!” I’m crying.
The pleasure is so intense. I’m completely powerless with my hands bound to my legs. The mask blinds me, and all my senses are focused on my husband at my backside pounding deeper than he’s ever been.
Rowan is relentless. Our bodies are slick with sweat. The padded strap caresses my hips as he pulls it faster. It’s so good… it’s so much better. I feel every part of him touching me. I’m completely at his mercy as he dominates me.
My mouth opens as fever races up my thighs. The heat is a fist clutching tighter below my waist, flooding my stomach with pleasure, tightening… thrusting, until I’m moaning and gasping, calling his name as my insides shatter in trembling spasms of orgasm.