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She’d convinced him. To her credit, she had not gloated.
From that confrontation, amongst others, he’d taken her for a strait-laced, if not uptight, woman who might be sexually repressed. That hadn’t stopped him from imagining her luscious ass upturned over his lap as he spanked her. On many occasions, he’d jacked off in the shower with that picture in his mind, particularly after she had annoyed the hell out of him at work.
Reality surpassed fantasy.
Maggie Carpenter was as intriguing as she was responsive. She had told him earlier that she would encourage him to move faster, but he doubted she would need to. When he’d hit her hard, she’d made mewing sounds and had kicked her legs. It seemed he hadn’t got her close to tears, but the blows had definitely been hard enough to secure her attention.
After keeping her waiting in silence for two full minutes, he stood. The chair legs scraped the floor. She didn’t try to see what he was doing, but he saw her belly move as she took a breath. “No doubt you’ve had some formal training,” he said as he walked around her.
She followed him with her gaze. “I’ve had a little bit, Mr Tomlinson. I took some classes at a club in Denver. And I’ve had relationships that had a few BDSM elements.”
He was discovering more and more layers to Maggie. Their remaining time together wouldn’t be nearly enough to uncover them all. “Extend your arms.”
Unhesitatingly, she did so. He adjusted the table so that her arms were at a gentle stretch, nothing terribly uncomfortable, but not too much give, either. She’d be helpless in her bondage.
“Now your legs,” he told her. He tied her ankles then strapped down her thighs. Next, he moved apart the table’s legs, so that her pussy was wide open and available. “Too bad I can’t keep you like this at the office.”
“In your dreams, Mr Tomlinson.”
“Yours as well, Ms Carpenter.”
She shivered a little. Oh, yes. Doubtless his defiant employee would remember this. Perhaps she’d walk into his office on Monday morning and picture herself over his desk. Or maybe battle a compulsion to strip and kneel for him? It was impossible, he knew, but he couldn’t banish the thought. “Are you comfortable enough?”
“It’s a bit of a stretch, but nothing that is causing muscle cramps.”
“You can squirm without injuring anything?”
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Shall we find out?” He touched her clit.
She tightened her buttocks and pulled back a little.
“How was that? And I’m not talking about your cunt. I’m asking if you experienced any discomfort in your thighs or arms.”
“I’m fine, Sir.”
He was going to enjoy this experience immensely. Bringing off the woman who constantly confronted him would be a great pleasure, better, he imagined, than spanking her had been. Listening to her cries as she called his name and begged for his touch would be intoxicating. “I’m planning to flog you, Maggie,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr Tomlinson.”
His cock hardened. He was trying to give her a way out in case she didn’t want a dozen strands of leather biting at her flesh, especially since she was face up, leaving her most tender flesh exposed. Instead, she encouraged him.
He walked to the counter and selected a flogger with fairly thick strands before returning to her. Her nipples were pebbled, and he could still see small indentations from the bite of the clamps. “So inviting,” he said.
“Please.”
He’d never been with a woman who seemed to enjoy nipple play as much as she did. He laid the flogger across her body, just above her pubic bone.
David pinched the pretty pink tips gently, watching her reactions.
She sighed.
He did it again and she closed her eyes.
The third time, he held on tight and pulled hard, distending her nipples and forcing her to arch her back and shift in her restraints.
Her abandon was intoxicating.
David released her only to take hold again, squeezing brutally, rolling the flesh for added pain.
This time, she breathed hard and opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on his. Trust was reflected in the wide, liquid, brown depths.
