“No, Sir. Never.”
He drew her close once more. “I can’t believe we’ve only known each other for a short time. It feels like—”
“Forever.”
He kissed the top of her head. It felt like this was always meant to be. But he didn’t believe in fate or any other sort of mystical bullshit. He hadn’t been brought here to meet her. It was just luck.
And it was bad luck he’d have to leave again. He drew away from her and grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa. Doubling it up, he laid it on top of the wooden coffee table so it would be more comfortable for her.
“Lie on your back on that.” He pointed at the blanket. “I want you to put your legs in the air and spread them.”
He grabbed two pairs of leather cuffs out of his bag and then turned to find her in place. Satisfaction filled him. She was getting quicker at following his orders. He placed a set of cuffs around each of her wrists. Then he grabbed a spreader bar and secured the cuffs at each end around her ankles, keeping her legs well spread.
“Arms up,” he commanded. He then attached her wrists to the bar using the handcuffs. He stepped back. With her bent legs spread wide and up high, she was completely on display and because her wrists were attached to the bar, she couldn’t lower them.
The lips of her pussy were still plump and pink. He couldn’t resist running a finger down the slick folds.
“Does it still ache, wildcat?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm. Is it sore here?” He ran a finger down the side of her labia.
“It’s up further, Sir.”
“Up here?” He moved his finger higher but didn’t quite touch her clit.
“Further, Sir.”
“Here?” He pressed down lightly on her clit, and she groaned, her hips rising.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what about down here? Is it burning?” He pressed a finger deep into her damp passage. She sucked him in and his cock throbbed in reaction, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.
“Yes. There, Sir.”
“Poor baby. I’ll have to do what I can to ease the pain. Right after your punishment.”
He grabbed the little bag from where he’d hidden it and pulling on a plastic glove from his play bag, he drew out the object he’d shaped into a small plug.
“Do you know what this is?”
Her eyes flared open. “Ginger, Sir.”
“Very good. From your lack of cooking knowledge, I wondered if you’d recognize it,” he found himself teasing her.
She rolled her eyes. “There wasn’t much of a need for me to learn to cook but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what ginger looks like.”
“Can you guess where this is going?”
“Please don’t say up my butthole, Sir.”
He grinned. “Five points, wildcat. That’s exactly where it’s going.”
She groaned. “Can’t we renegotiate?”
“This wasn’t a hard limit,” he told her. “You changing your mind on that?”