The power he could potentially wield over her struck her full force for the first time. It was intimidating to consider.
“You have to trust me, then, don’t you? Roll back on your belly. I’m going to handcuff your hands over your head.”
Angeline did what he said, her heartbeat starting to drum out a loud tempo in her ears. She rested one side of her face on the mattress, feeling a potent mixture of helplessness and anticipation, power and excitement. Alex carefully smoothed her hair away from her forehead and cheeks. Once her hands were restrained, he surprised her by moving back toward the bedside table. This time he removed what looked like several feet of a black strap. When she saw the two loops, she lifted her head, her gaze darting up to his face. Perhaps he saw her doubt,
because he hesitated as he came toward her.
“Is it too much? I’ll understand if you think so. I usually don’t ask it of a woman so soon. I just…”
“What?” she whispered when he trailed off.
“I just want you so much. I want…need to feel you giving yourself to me. No reservations. But I’ll understand if you say no.”
She stared at him for a tense few seconds. Insecurity chose that volatile moment to surface. What if he really is using you? What if you really are nothing more than a means for inflicting pain upon his father? Alex wouldn’t even necessarily be conscious of his intentions, given the oldness, the primacy of his wounds. But you’d be left wounded in the end all the same.
She looked into Alex’s eyes and saw the wild intensity of his need. It was the realization that he’d exposed his raw desire to her—exposed himself to her so honestly—that made her decision.
She nodded, her throat too tight with emotion to speak.
Neither of them spoke as he tightened the straps around her ankles. She couldn’t quite make out what he was doing at the corner of the bed, but by the time he came back behind her, she lay belly down on the mattress, her bottom at the edge, her arms handcuffed above her head, her thighs spread and her ankles restrained to the two corners on the side of the bed.
She was naked and Alex was completely dressed. She was spread out before him, helpless and quaking.
She’d never been so excited in her whole life.
Her breath stuck in her lungs as she watched him pick up the leather paddle from the bed. She’d had plenty of time to examine it while he restrained her, since he’d set it down not far from her face. It was about sixteen inches long, including the handle, and four inches thick.
It looked like it could hurt.
But Alex had said he didn’t want to cause her pain, and she believed him. It was too late to change her mind now, restrained as she was to the bed.
Her heart felt like it leapt into her throat when he softly caressed first one buttock, then another.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” he asked.
“No.”
He continued to caress her in the silence that followed. He molded a buttock to his palm.
“It’ll sting a little. But I’m not doing it to cause you pain.”
“Why are you doing it, then?” The words popped out of her throat in a rush.
“Because it turns me on. A hell of a lot. And I have good reason to believe it’ll turn you on too. I want to make you burn with me, Angel.”
Before she could respond, he smacked the paddle against the ass cheek he wasn’t caressing. A cry of surprise popped out of her mouth. He was right—it didn’t hurt, but the crack of leather against skin sent a jolt of excitement through her pussy. She went very still when he lifted the paddle, expecting another spank.
Instead, he softly rubbed the tingling flesh.
Then he paddled her again. And again.
Once she became used to the fact that the paddle didn’t cause her pain, but increased her excitement exponentially, she found herself raising her hips slightly, offering up her bottom to Alex’s paddle. She grew so frantic with excitement that she could feel the air tickling the wet tissues between her spread thighs. She squirmed as much as the taut ankle restraints would allow her, desperate to get friction on her pussy.
Alex paddled her a tad more forcefully and she went still, panting next to the mattress.
“Keep still, beautiful.”
Angeline continued to pant heavily. She heard how thick his deep voice was with arousal. He liked paddling her while she was restrained.