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He moved his hands to her waist, a brief, firm hold, before he stepped back. “Take off the shoes and socks, and remove the jeans and panties. Bend over as you do it. Then turn around to face me again.”
She removed shoes and socks. Sliding her hands under elastic and denim, she worked the clothes off her hips. As she bent to remove them as he wished, she was aware of the heat of his gaze sliding over the parts of her she was revealing.
Slowly, she pivoted. “Straight back,” he murmured with approval. “Chin up. Eyes meeting mine. I didn’t even have to tell you. You’re learning what your Master wants. I like looking at every inch of your beautiful body. Every inch of what’s mine. It is mine, isn’t it, Les?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked. A breeze flitted through the boards, raising gooseflesh on her skin.
“All of it mine to care for.” He picked up the blanket. Shaking it out, he wrapped it around her, just off her shoulders, guiding her hand to clasp it at the rise of her breasts. Then he spread out a towel on the floor, opened the draw string of the canvas bag and began removing what was in it.
A black bandanna, big enough to be used as a blindfold. Or a gag. He stripped off his belt and laid it next to the cloth. Though he’d yet to actually use it in the way he’d threatened, her buttocks tingled. Her hands closed at her sides, remembering its hold on her wrists.
Her eyes widened as he took out her vibrator. “How…”
“I transferred it to my suitcase before I brought yours to your room. Saved you and your mother the mutual embarrassment if she unpacked your stuff.” He flashed her a feral smile before he withdrew a flogger with a thick fall of red straps. One black leather glove, like a driving glove, that would fit the hand like a second skin. Her pulse accelerated.
The last thing he pulled out was a coiled horse rein.
“Found it in the same shed as the bike,” he said. “It had some intriguing possibilities.” He pointed to a section of floor to their right. “Drop the blanket. Fold it over once and leave it there, then come here. I’m going to keep you warm another way.”
When she reached him, he had another order for her. “Cross your wrists and extend them.”
He twisted the rein around them, tightened its hold and wrapped the slack in his hand. “I can use this to bind my sub to me. Bend her over and slap her ass with the end. Or wrap it around her body, over and above her breasts to squeeze them, make her nipples more sensitive. When I lash and tease them with my tongue, she’ll cry out and her sweet pussy will cream for me.”
If he went through each item and painted a picture like that, she was going to come before he finished the list.
“But the only things I really need to bind you are these.” He laid two fingers against her temple, moved the touch to her chest, over the heart pounding inside it. His wrist brushed her nipple, making it tighter. “Your heart and mind require nothing but my command holding you, restraining you. Your desire to submit drives how tough, extreme or tender I’ll be.”
“What about your desires?”
“I’m going to show those to you.”
He loosened the rein, drew one of her hands free, but tied a loose knot around the other wrist. He pushed her to a leaning position against the wall, then looped the slack around one of the ceiling supports, drawing the hand up. He tied the rein off, leaving her held like that, at his mercy.
He was right; she was warm now. He made sure of it, though, running a hand over her arms, the sensitive collar bones and base of her throat. He captured her free hand and drew it down.
“Spread your legs, Les.”
He put her hand on her damp sex. “Masturbate in front of me. Do it like you’re alone, but lift your chin and look at me. Don’t lower your gaze, and don’t bring your arm above your waist, because while you do that, I want to flog your breasts.”
An intrigued spasm went through her, like a fitful wind skittering over water. “Will you use fire?”
“No. Too many uncontrolled variables here. I’m lacking supplies I need to keep you safe. Even if I had them, I wouldn’t flog your breasts with fire, because I won’t risk your face. But I’d use the glove I used on you at my place. I’d stroke your breasts and nipples with fire, seal in the heat. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.” She saw both things in his gaze, the man she was falling in love with, and the Master whose command she wanted to follow, so naturally and easily. It was miraculous, to discover what had always been waiting inside her, waiting for him to unlock it with her. “Thank you, Sir.”
He brushed his knuckles over her face. “You’re a gift, doc. I want you to be quiet unless you’re worried about something, need to safeword, or I ask you a question. Focus on what I’m doing and what I want. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I believe I told you to do something.”
When she remembered, she flushed. He liked it when she did that, though. She kept her chin up, but her eyes started to close as she moved her hand into the damp hair and heated flesh between her legs.
“Look at me when you touch yourself, Les. You’ll lose that shyness as you arouse yourself and see what it does to me, obeying me to give yourself pleasure.”
Her emotions were froth on turbulent ocean waves. “It’s difficult.”
“You’re opening parts of yourself that tend to get shut off as we get older, as we get hurt, disappointed. What lives in those places scares us, because we don’t always understand how deep they go, or how they’ll manifest if we bring them to the surface. Whatever rises up when you obey me, it will be okay.” He held her gaze. “Trust me with whatever is going on.”
