I bit my lip again and nodded.
“Only lace and satin will be allowed in this room,” he said. “I’ll make sure that you possess adequate garments after tonight.”
I nodded again.
“I need to put you on the table tonight, Melanie. I need to bind not only your wrists but also your ankles this time. I need you surrendered to me, laid out for my pleasure. You understand?”
I nodded, but then remembered what he’d said about answering in words. “Yes.”
I looked toward the table. It was rectangular, with stirrups attached. There was a black skirt around it, so I couldn’t see what, if any, mechanism lay underneath. There were clamps attached where I assumed he would bind me.
He came toward me, lifted me in his arms, carried me to the table, and set me down upon the black leather that covered it.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a husky voice.
That was a little too much to ask. I was afraid. Goose bumps had erupted on my skin. I was trembling. But I trusted him, and I wanted to do what he needed.
“Lie down.”
I obeyed. He took one of my hands, bound my wrist to one end of the table, and then repeated with my other hand. The bindings were made of leather and were tight but not tight enough to be painful.
I was face up.
He moved to the foot of the table and repeated his actions with each of my ankles. He then removed the stirrups from the table. I secretly sighed in relief. I didn’t really want to go there tonight.
Oddly, my legs weren’t very far apart, but he soon remedied that situation. He unlatched a mechanism at the bottom of the table, and the two sections moved apart until I was spread-eagled before him. He could now position himself between my legs.
I was still trembling, but my nipples had hardened into berries. My skin was heating. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and that alone was starting to turn me on. This surprised me. I could tell my pussy was getting wet. I had that telltale tickle between my legs.
Jonah inhaled. “God, you’re ripe. So fucking ripe.”
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“You’ll see. And from now on, don’t talk until I tell you to.”
The sternness in his voice unnerved me for a moment, but I was determined to get through this, to show him I could be what he needed. I loved this man so much, with my entire heart and soul. I wanted nothing more than to bring him some semblance of peace tonight. If this is what it would take, I would gladly participate.
He came back to the head of the table and placed a silk blindfold over my eyes. Just as well. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see what he’d be doing anyway.
“I’m going to use nipple clamps tonight, Melanie. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
I shuddered. I opened my mouth to say something, I wasn’t sure what, but then closed it. He’d told me not to speak unless told to.
“Your nipples are already hard. They’re so beautiful. They’re going to get very red when I clamp them. You’ll feel it in your pussy, baby. You’ll feel it through your whole body, and I’ll feel it too, as I watch you.”
Again I said nothing, but tensed up a bit, waiting for the clamps.
“First, I’m going to slap your breasts, baby. Slap those pretty titties.”
Swat!
Something came down on me. I was blindfolded, so I had no idea what he was using. The sound as much as the sting made my nipples tighten further.
I cried out, not from pain so much as pleasure.
“You like that, baby? You like when I punish your breasts?”
Did that mean I had permission to talk? “Yes,” I said.