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He ran the tickler over it, then over her thighs before retracing his path over her stomach and tits.
He drew the feather over her bare shoulders as he walked around her body, then stifled a groan at the sight of her ass, flesh pushed up by the position on her knees, crack begging him to spread her, drive into her.
He ran the tickler down her back, tracing the line of her spine, teasing the seam of her ass.
She moaned and he raised the flogger, brought it down across the top of her ass.
She jumped, a squeak coming from her mouth.
“No noise.” He brought the flogger down again, harder this time. “Bad girls who don’t follow the rules get spankings with the paddle. But I know you’re learning so I’ll let it go. This time.”
He could hear her breath in the room, waited for her to say her safe word. When she didn’t, he walked around to the front of her body and looked at her face, searching it for signs of distress.
But no. She was turned on, nipples as hard as pebbles, her chest flushed with desire.
Excitement surged through him. It was like discovering a gold mine or a new comet.
He’d known she would be a natural.
He ran the leather flogger over her shoulders, the tendrils sliding over her skin like snakes, then brought it down, gentler this time, on her tits.
She stifled something that sounded like a cross between a cry and a moan.
“We’re going to have so much fun sweetheart.” He reached for her. “Come with me.”
She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet and led her to the padded table.
What he really wanted was to strap her on the cross, but he was forcing himself to go slow. They didn’t have to do everything today. They could afford to wait.
Time is running out and you know it.
He shut down the voice in his mind. The playroom wasn’t a place for the real world, with all its complications and concerns, and he wasn’t going to rush Ruby’s introduction because of what was going on outside of it.
He followed her glance at the baby monitor, Olivia still sleeping soundly.
Satisfaction washed over him as she stood silently next to the padded table. Any other time, she would be asking questions, trying to control the situation and her part in it.
She was learning.
He set down the flogger and tickler and grabbed her waist, lifted her onto the table.
“Lay on your stomach,” he commanded.
She obeyed and he took one of her legs in his hand, ran his palm over her thigh and knee, down her calf to her ankle.
Then he strapped it into the leather cuff at one corner of the table.
She turned around in alarm, looked at the cuff around her ankle.
“Have something to say?” he asked.
She shook her head and returned to her stomach.
He continued around the table, strapping in her other leg and raising her arms to strap those in too.
Now she was splayed out on the table, bound by her hands and feet, naked and immobilized.
He stroked his cock, imagining how good it would feel when it was time to fuck her like this.
