Page 30 of Little Shake of Salt

Finally, Demi gave me a nod.

“I can take it,” she rasped. “I’m ready.”

She knelt close to the edge of the pool for me as I grabbed the cuffs and chains from the basket. The cuffs were a soft leather that would be comfortable around her wrists, and the chains were to attach them to the hook.

“Give me your wrists,” I said.

Demi stuck them out for me. I clasped the cuffs around each one and then drew her arms up and back over her head. I attached a chain to one cuff and picked up the hook, threading it through the opening at the top, and bringing it back to the other cuff.

“Gods,” she moaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Should we stop?” I asked. “We don’t need to go too far?—”

“No,” she huffed. “I want this. I like the way we switch who’s in control, and I like submitting to you. I can take it. I want to take it. I want to.”

It was an enthusiastic want, too. I smiled at her, taking a moment to appreciate how gorgeous she looked kneeling and cuffed. I finished attaching the chains and then drew the bulbed end of the stainless steel hook toward her ass.

Her hands dipped back further behind her head, her shoulder muscles flexing.

“You are the most stunning little creature I’ve ever seen,” I whispered.

Blush bloomed in Demi’s cheeks, her eyes turning glassy. “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.”

“I’ll say it to you every morning, then,” I whispered as I worked the lube over the hook and her hole.

Her blush darkened and she closed her eyes, even as I brought her cuffed hands further back, notching the end of the hook against her ass.

“Ready?” I asked.

Demi nodded. “Yes.”

I carefully guided it inside her. She moaned, her head leaning to the side against her arm. I paused, watching her microexpressions and looking for any pain.

“More,” she whispered.

The hook pushed inside her slowly until the curve was seated against her. I released it, allowing her to realize the predicament she was in.

Demi’s eyes rolled back with a soft groan. “Never thought I’d behookedby a mermaid, yet here I am.”

“Never thought I’d be hooked by a human, yet hereI am.”

She chuckled, but then sucked in a breath. “Oh gods. Every time I move, I feel it inside me.”

I smirked as I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling her muscles, teasing her nipples, enjoying every little sound she made.

“I love your hands on me,” she whispered.

“Good,” I chuckled, sliding one between her thighs. She gasped, her head tossing back, her spine arching. The hook pushed further inside her as I started to circle her clit, eagerly watching her expression.

“Ohfuck,” she groaned.

Yes, yes. I was greedy for those little sounds. Greedy for the glazed look in her dark brown eyes and the way she was so perfect for me.

Her arms lifted slightly and she cursed, her eyes rolling back as the chains pulled on the silver hook. She let them fall back again, panting as I teased her.

“Marina,” she rasped. “It feels so good. Everything feels so good.”

Her sob broke loose, but I didn’t let up. I knew she would tell me if she wanted me to stop. I trusted her to use her safe word if she needed me to slow down.