Tormented

Without protest, she untied the top of the halter and slid it down her body.

Fuck.

He adjusted himself.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

She did as told, giving him a view of her backside. Her high heels caused her arse to protrude nicely and the buttocks to tighten. He would definitely be taking a piece of that tonight.

“Feel yourself up.”

She turned back around and grabbed her breasts.

“Nice and slow,” he directed.

She dug her fingers into the pliant flesh and rolled the orbs over her chest.

“Now play with your nipples.”

She tugged at one lightly. Seeing the delicious bud harden, he licked his lips. He drank in the sight of her body, every inch—from her shoulders and collarbones to the chocolate-colored areolas, the subtle indent down her midsection, her belly button, the swell of her hips, the curls at her mound, the length of her legs.

“Play with yourself.”

Dropping a hand, she slid her fingers between her thighs.

Feeling the heat, Ben removed his blazer. “What did you come up for your punishment?”

Her gaze lowered briefly. “You could spank me.”

“With what?”

“Your hand.”

“Anything else?”

She glanced around at the many implements he owned. “The, um, paddle.”

He looked at the various paddles, one with holes, one without, one with hearts, and another with the word “slut.”

“Which one?”

“The one with holes?”

“Good choice.”

His response seemed to startle her. She was second-guessing herself. In case she didn’t know, he explained, “The holes allow the paddle to move through the air faster. What else besides a paddling?”

“The cage. You could leave me in one of those.”

“Overnight?”

She frowned, but maybe she thought it would be safer in the cage than out, because she replied, “If you wish, Master.”

“And then what?”

“Then you could tie me up in shibari.”

He nodded. That had made his list as well. “And what should we do when you’re all tied up?”