I clear my throat. I’m determined to finish what I’ve started. “I want you to.”
He sets down the plug and picks up something else—something I don’t recognize at all. It looks like a collar but has a silver ring with four prongs sticking out of it. I shiver.
“This is a spider gag, Skye. Do you know what it’s for?”
“No.”
“It holds your mouth open so I can fuck it. What if I want to use this tonight?”
I’ve come too far to back down now. “Then I want you to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Braden,” I say, “let me be clear. I’m giving myself to you. I’m giving you the control you so desperately want. If you want to put a collar on me and lead me around on a leash like Sasha or Penny, do it. I’m yours.”
“For good this time? I get your control in this room?”
“Yes, Braden. I yield to you. I give up control.” He’s opened up my dark side, and at this point, I fear nothing from this man.
Nothing.
I want him. I want it all.
He groans, pushes me onto my back, lies on top of me, and dry thrusts his cock against me. “See how hard I am for you? See what you do to me? All these things I love to do, all these toys—I don’t even need them with you. All I need is your lush little body, your gorgeous parted lips, those luscious tits. Your control. But mostly I just need you, Skye. I can fuck you all damned night.”
I open as he slides his lips against mine, pushes his tongue into my mouth. We’re still fully clothed, but I feel as though we’re already making love, our bodies already joined in that most intimate way. He deepens the kiss.
I’m in love with this man. So freaking in love.
Can he possibly return my feelings?
He breaks the kiss, gasps sharply, and gives the chain between my breasts a hard yank. I arch my back, my whole body reacting to the tingles that flow outward from my nipples. Then he grasps the fabric of my dress and rips it, tearing it from my body.
“Braden!”
“I already told you. I’ll have this dress remade as many times as it takes.”
My nipples are red and hard from the nipple clamps that still grip them. Only my black panties are between Braden and me now.
“Grip the rungs of the headboard, Skye,” he says darkly.
I don’t hesitate to obey. I grip the wood firmly.
“Don’t let go,” he commands.
“I won’t.” He rises and walks back to his highboy.
What does he have in store for me? I want to know, and just as desperately I don’t want to know.
But I’m all in now.
I’ll take what he gives me, and I’ll take it gladly from the man I love.
He returns with a piece of rope. “Nylon,” he says, “doesn’t cause rope burns.”
I nod as he deftly ties my wrists in place, using the strange notches on the rungs. I pull against my restraint to no avail. I’m secure in his bindings. Secure in what he has in store for me.
He walks back to the highboy and returns again, this time with a piece of black silk. He covers my eyes.
“Do you remember the last time I took your sight?”
“Yes.”
“That was to heighten your other senses. But that’s not why I’m doing it this time.”
I don’t respond.
“This time, I’m taking it because I can. Because you’re giving it to me.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t move your arms. You can’t see. What else should I take from you?”
“Whatever you want, Braden.”
He yanks the chain between my breasts once more. I arch into the sensation, my feet flat on the bed as my hips rise. I pull against the restraints, my fingers itching to run through Braden’s silky hair, to trail over his masculine jawline and scrape over his stubble, to touch his hard shoulders and corded muscle.
Rustling wafts to my ears. He’s undressing, I think. Soon. Soon he’ll touch me with those warm hands, those firm lips, that beautiful hard cock.
But nothing.
Nothing, until—
Whip!
A lash comes down on my breasts, jiggling the chain and clamps and sending an intense sensation through me.
Another whip and then another.
“The tops of your breasts are rosy pink, Skye. So beautiful. Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please. Whatever you want.”
The lash comes down once more and then again. I gasp and then sigh. Gasp and then sigh. Gasp—
“Oh!” Something pricks my nipple. Then again, on the other one.
What happened?
Then softness, wetness, a suck of one nipple. The prick wasn’t a prick at all. Braden pulled the clamp off without loosening it, and now he’s licking and sucking the already sensitive bud. I’m so ready for his dick, I think I might die a slow death if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
But he continues his torturous teasing, licking and nipping at my nipples, and then—