“The thing is, you are who you are. Whether it’s at the club, whether you’re dressed in some costume, whether it’s at your house or ours, you’re still who you are.”
“So you’re a pervert all the time?” The question jumped out so fast, she jerked, as if she could catch the words and shove them back in.
He paused, his fingers at her hipbone.
Would he get angry? Had she pushed too far?
His chuckle let her breathe again. “Yeah, I really am. I don’t think you mind it as much as you say, though.”
Garrison slipped his fingers up her legs, but she snapped them closed. “You know, I do have straps for your thighs if you want to be difficult.”
She shivered at that, at the idea of being entirely powerless before him.
“You like that idea, do you? Well, lucky for you, we can make that happen, then.” Garrison disappeared for only a moment—butboywas it strange to lie there, naked and bound, waiting—before returning with more cuffs and a longer leash. He wrapped the fabric around her thighs, just above her knees, then hooked the lead to one. He tossed it to the other side of the table, beneath it, and hooked it to her other thigh. A few quick adjustments tightened the leash and spread her thighs out.
Air chilled her cunt and made it so she couldn’t even pretend to not be incredibly turned on.
“Beautiful,” Garrison mused, then grabbed a pillow from the couch to place behind her head, lifting it up so she could easily see down her front. He moved to the end of the table so he could stare over her, so he had a perfect view of her pussy. “I think you like this because you don’t have to think, you don’t have to worry. You don’t question anything because if I want something from you, I’ll damn well tell you.”
She trembled, the table that had seemed chilly at first no longer so. In fact, she felt overheated, feverish.
Garrison reached out and dragged his thumb down her soaked cunt, making a soft sound of approval. He grasped both her hips, then pulled to straighten her arms and bring her to the end of the table. A quick shift and he had a chair. “So here is the deal—I like to be upfront, for you to know what’s coming. I’m going to lick that pretty little cunt of yours just as long as I want—and trust me, I have great stamina.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a deal.”
“I’ll stop when you use your safe word.”
Just the thought of using it made her stomach cramp in a very bad way. It wasn’t excitement—it wasfear.
Memories came back to her, back to the start with Tanner, when she’d dared to use hers. The bite of his flogger had gone far past sexy, fun pain and into real hurt, especially when he’d hit too high, on her lower back. She’d bitten out the word—Malibu—but he hadn’t stopped. He’d goneharder, as if driven forward by the realization that she’d hit her limit. She remembered the next day, the bruising, the pain. She’d learned that using her safe word only made things worse.
Garrison nipped softly at her thigh, bringing her back from that edge. “I’m going to help you learn it by licking you until you come, over and over, and I’m not going to stop until you decide using your safe word is a better choice.” He lifted an eyebrow. “You could use it now if you don’t want to do this at all.”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Besides…a few orgasms weren’t so bad, right?
His lip curled into a smirk and made her doubt her answer.
Because she had a feeling she was playing a game with Garrison and she was about to lose…badly.
Sunny looked delicious, all spread out and at Garrison’s mercy. Even if the point was a lesson—an important one—he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the hell out of the sight.
He’d talked to Connor and Trent the evening before, discussed her inability to say no in the moment, the fact that they doubted she’d use her safe word and how dangerous that could be.
The last thing any of them wanted was for her to end up enduring something that was painful just because she was afraid of telling them to stop. After everything she’d been through, Garrison didn’t want to be the cause of more hurt just because he’d missed some cue of hers.
So they’d decided that this was the best option, and that Garrison was the best person to handle the lesson. Connor was intimidating, and with Trent’s sadist side, they didn’t want her thinking that was the reason for it. Besides, she’d be less overwhelmed, less resistant to giving in, if it were just him.
And for his part? He had to admit that if he needed to spend hours between her pretty thighs, well, he figured that to be a day well spent.
She trembled, goosebumps on her thighs, on her arms. It was nerves, but also excitement. Her nipples were hard, calling him in, but he had a different goal.
He pulled her toward him, so she was at the end of the table, and he could sit. He might as well get comfortable, since he had a feeling the stubborn woman wouldn’t break for a long while.
Which he didn’t mind at all…
He ran his hands over her spread legs, then glided his thumb up her drenched sex. She stared down at him, and he brought that thumb to his lips, using his tongue to clean it.
The soft sound she let out went straight to his cock.