Chapter Fifty-Two
I don’t hesitate. I sweep her into my arms and march to the bedroom. The lights from the harbor illuminate the dark wood and bedding.
She meets my gaze, her own eyes smoldering.
“I’m yours,” she says. “Do whatever you want to me.”
My heart races. “That’s a tall order, Skye. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure.”
I lift my gaze to the contraption above the bed. “Anything?”
She nods, trembling. “What is that thing?”
“It’s no longer functional. It was a harness, where I could suspend a partner, but I found that sort of play wasn’t particularly enjoyable for me.”
“Oh? What about your partner?”
“Depended on the partner.”
Aretha enjoyed it, which is why I had the contraption installed. Some consider suspension play edge play. It creates a heightened sense of vulnerability and inescapability in the person suspended, and like all forms of bondage, it becomes mental as well as physical. I’ve found that I don’t like my partner to be quite so helpless. Partial suspension is another story altogether. I have no problem with that, but full suspension, if not handled with exacting care, can be dangerous.
I never want my partner in danger. I’m fine with her not having control, but with full suspension, I risk giving up some control over her safety as well.
Not on my watch.
“Why is it still there, then?” Skye asks.
“I just haven’t gotten around to having it removed yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I met a woman who invades my mind every fucking second.” I set her on the bed. “And all I can think about is all the dark and dirty things I want to do to her.”
She swallows.
“Did you like it when I bound your wrists?” I ask.
She nods.
“How about these?” I tug the chain between the clamps, my cock responding as much as her nipples. “Do you like these?”
She nods again, inhaling swiftly.
“Say yes, Skye.”
“Yes. I like the
m. A lot.”
“Did you like it when I covered your eyes?”
“Yes, Braden.”
“What else would you like me to do to you, Skye?”
She sucks in a breath. “Whatever you want.”