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“I think I’d like that.” Did she really say that out loud?
“What do we say about communication, Mel?”
“Don’t be wishy-washy.” She dug her toe into the carpet under her feet.
“Good girl.” Wes closed the distance between them. “Now answer my question. Would you like me to hurt you?”
“Hurt feels like a heavy word, Sir.”
“Melody, look at me.” He tucked his finger under her chin, turning her to look at him. “Tell me.”
“Well…good girls like to be spanked too.”
Wes arched his brow.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
His gaze darkened. “Open your mouth.” He placed the folded belt up to her lips. “Hold.”
Her eyes dilated with need and she happily obeyed, clamping her teeth against the leather.
Wes made her wait. Keeping her off balance made the anticipation of what was to come even greater. “All rules stand. Your words matter and if anything is uncomfortable you’ll tell me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she slurred, mindful of the belt.
“Kick your left ankle to me please.”
She quickly did as she was told, and Wes velcro-wrapped an ankle cuff snugly. He tugged on the attached ring before releasing it and repeating the process with her right leg.
Melody bounced on her toes, getting used to the restraints. Her eyes followed Wes as he moved around her. “If you were my submissive, I’d intentionally leave you uncuffed. Watching you struggle to obey my desires as your body resists the urge to curl away from my belt.”
Her breath seized and she instinctively pressed her knees together.
Wes stepped in front of her and chuckled. “There’s so many secrets locked away.” He grasped her hand and wrapped another cuff to her wrist, this time clipping her wrist to the bar at her waist.
Once her wrists were secured he clipped her ankles to the side bar. Leaving her more than figuratively over a barrel.
Wes took the belt and gripped it in his hand.
Melody arched her back and attempted to look him in the eyes from her captive predicament. “Oh, fuck,” she panted but maintained eye contact when he tugged her bra,freeing her breasts.
“Beautiful. Bewitching."
Melody blushed, shrugging her left shoulder trying to hide her face.
“You’re testing my resolve, buttercup.” His thumbs ran over her jaw, swiping her lipstick on her bottom lip. “I love a sweet girl with a dirty mouth. Are you my sweet girl, Mel?"
She nodded, visibly swallowing hard.
“I guess Daddy will have to dirty you up, buttercup." Wes reached into his pocket and pulled out two shiny clips. He dangled them in front of her. “Have you tried these before?”
“No.” Heat rushed her cheeks.
“Do you want to?”
“Please.”
Wes’ dark gaze never left hers as he reached between them and brushed his finger across her nipple. She wanted him to wrap his lips around her until she was a whining mess beneath him.
