I groaned, and my cock thickened beneath my jeans. At least now she knew what she was asking. “Are you sure, baby?”
“I’m sure. Just be gentle at first. I’ll need to go slowly.”
“God, of course. I don’t ever want to harm you. Please tell me you know that.”
She smiled. “I do know that. I believe you with all my heart, and I trust you, Jonah.”
I clamped my lips onto hers once more, and this time the kiss was ferocious, fueled by lust and passion. She began unbuttoning my shirt with her slender fingers, and my heart pounded.
We undressed each other slowly, and when she was naked, her beautiful body bare to my view, I felt, for a moment, that I could be content just looking at her. Basking in the beauty of her, the happiness she had brought into my life, the trust she gave me so freely. The love.
I could see the love in her eyes, and I hoped with all my heart that she could see the same thing staring at her from my own.
My cock was thick and hard, already aching for release. But I would do as she asked. I would show her a little bit of what we could do in this room, of how we could create amazing pleasure for each other.
I wasn’t ready to put her on the table. For now, we would use the bed. The headboard was made of brass with posts perfectly situated for binding. I went to the wall and chose two silk scarves. Silk was never my first choice, because it was harder to untie in case of an emergency, but it was soft and feminine, and after what Melanie had been through during her abduction—being bound with rope and duct tape—I thought silk the best thing to start with.
I would only bind her hands to the headboard and leave her feet free.
I took my dominant stance, standing over her. “Lie on the bed, Melanie. Facedown.”
Her swift obedience surprised me, and my heart melted even further. Here was a woman who loved me, who didn’t understand everything that I was about, but wanted to please me nonetheless.
I swept the soft fabric over her body. “These are silk bindings, Melanie. I’m only going to bind your wrists to the bedpost this time. If you’re uncomfortable at any time, you just tell me to stop, and I will. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she replied.
The silk caught on my calloused fingertips, but I swiftly went to the head of the bed, took one of her wrists gently, and bound it to the post, not too tightly but enough that her hand wouldn’t slip through. Then I repeated the action with her other hand.
“Does that feel all right?”
She nodded.
“I need you to answer verbally.”
“Yes. Yes, it feels fine.”
I sat down next to her on the bed and caressed the soft flesh of her ass. “Are you nervous, baby?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“Do you want to continue?”
“Yes,” she said unequivocally. “I want to continue.”
“I’ll use my hand this time, unless you want to try something else. Some of the riding crops feel nice.”
“No, just your hand. And start slowly.”
“I love you,” I said. “Thank you for letting me share this side of me.”
She smiled, and the curve of her lips was so beautiful that my heart nearly burst. I was still caressing the globes of her beautiful ass, aching to slap her.
So I did.
She jerked just a little but didn’t say anything.
I smacked her ass again.