Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)
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He lifted one leg in the air and then fastened a cuff around her ankle. What the hell? She looked up in shock to see that her leg was secured to the wooden post of the bed by a chain fixed the cuff.
Her other leg was soon given the same treatment. She was bound, her legs spread wide and held up high, her ass and pussy completely visible. Embarrassment mingled with arousal.
“Now, I do like this. I can see everything with you like this.” He ran a finger through her folds. “Nice and slick. Did you get all hot and bothered from watching other people play tonight, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What did you like best? What would you like to try?”
Oh, God, why did he want to talk? He moved his finger around her clit. Slowly. Lightly. Not nearly enough to send her crashing into an orgasm, but just enough to drive her crazy.
“Sir, please.”
Smack! His hand landed on her still-tender ass. Fuck, she’d be lucky if she could sit tomorrow.
“You didn’t answer my questions.”
She didn’t want to talk. But obviously he did and he was the one in charge.
“I liked the bondage. Spanking. I . . . um . . . liked the scene with Hannah in the cage.”
He grinned wolfishly and then pushed a finger deep inside her. She gasped. “I know you did. Anything else?”
“I thought the rope scene was interesting but a little scary.”
“We will be exploring that at a later stage.”
He slipped his finger free and then slid it lower to her ass. The plug was still in there. The bastard had made her wear it all night. And each movement had reignited the nerve endings back there. It had kept her on edge, made her aware for the entire night that he was in charge. He twisted the plug slightly, and she whimpered.
He moved his finger back up to her clit, flicking it. “Now when it’s just the two of us you can speak more freely, although you will always call me Sir or Master and you will be respectful, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached under and squeezed her ass cheek. She winced. He smiled. “Still tender?”
She glared at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Uh-uh, no scowling at your Dom if you want to come tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Sir. I promise I will never glare at you again if only you will please, please let me come.”
He chuckled. “No need to make promises your ass will pay the price for.” He crouched out of her vision and when he returned, he held a wooden box in his hand. He set it on the bed. “Now, what to play with tonight?”
He pulled out a blindfold. Some scarves. Grabbing the scarves, he moved to where her hands still lay above her head. He quickly wrapped them around her wrists, securing them together then checking they weren’t too tight.
“There we go, nice and secure.”
She tugged at her hands and then looked back, realizing he’d secured them to the bed with another scarf.
“Did you have this bed specially made, Sir?” she asked as he moved back to his box.
“I did. Now to blindfold you before or after I get out the rest of the toys? Hmm? Before, I think.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and as he sat next to her, he paused for a moment looking down at her. “What’s your safeword, pet?”
“Red, Sir.”
“And to slow down?”