Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)
Saxon ran a hand down her back. “Love being bound, don’t you, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t float away on me, though, okay?”
“No, Sir.” Her eyes fluttered closed then opened as he gave her ass a sharp smack.
“I’m going to keep you in the here and now, pet.”
Why?
She wanted to cry the word, but knew if she wanted to sit comfortably tomorrow she should probably keep it to herself.
Besides, she knew the answer. It was what he wanted.
He moved around in front of her and cupped her left breast, bringing it up to his mouth. He tugged at the nipple, suckled on it, lapped at it with his tongue until small whimpers passed her lips. Her clit was already on fire. Needing his touch.
“Sh, pet. You’re already so turned on. Did you enjoy having me in your mouth? The feel of me taking you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He was rubbing her other nipple between his finger and thumb. Suddenly, he disappeared. She had to bite back her cry of disappointment. When he returned, he held two nipple clamps in his hand. A chain connected them. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply as he fastened one around her left nipple then tightened it. She whimpered as the pressure increased. Too much. Too much.
Then it stopped and she took another breath. Then another. The pain faded to a pressure that made her insides ache. He placed the other clamp over her right nipple.
Holy shit. By the time they were both on, her breathing was coming in quick pants and she was definitely focused on what he was doing to her. He lightly kissed one nipple then the other.
“Beautiful. I love seeing you in clamps. Bound and ready to be fucked.”
Oh, dear Lord.
He moved away again and she tensed up slightly, wondering what he was doing. His hand ran down her back. “Easy, pet. You trust me?”
She breathed in deep. Relaxed a little. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to give you a taste of the flogger.”
The flogger? Before she could tense up again, something landed on her right ass cheek. A thud. It hit her other ass cheek. It wasn’t pain. But she wasn’t certain it was pleasure, either. He moved it down her thighs then to her upper back. When it moved over her shou
lders, it felt a bit like a deep massage. Her muscles started to relax and she let out a low murmur.
“Like that, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, I can feel you drifting.” He came closer, pressed up against her warmed skin, and reached around to rub her clit. She let out a cry. Her pussy clenched down. She was empty. She needed more. He teased her. Flicked at the swollen nub until she was trembling. On the verge of coming.
Then he pulled back.
Noooo.
“How do you feel, pet?”
Feel? He wanted to talk about how she fucking felt? How about mad? Horny? Pissed off?