Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Are you going to tie me up?” She’d dreamed of this, of being under his tender mercy.
“I think I should. Then you can’t run from me. And what I’m about to do to you, well, I should make sure you keep the squirming to a minimum.” He grinned down at her as he laid her out on the bed then proved he’d been fully instructed on the features the privacy rooms offered. He reached up and behind the mattress, dragging out the restraints attached to the headboard.
It was a matter of moments and she was fully tied down, her arms and legs forming an X that gave Jared full access to her body while managing to make her comfortable. Everything at Sanctum had cushy settings, allowing for whatever play the top and bottom required. He’d tied her so she couldn’t get away, but it wasn’t nasty tight.
They could get to nasty tight later. She kind of liked it all.
“Close your eyes.”
She did as he asked. “What are you planning?”
He could do anything to her. That was part of the fun—anticipation. Of pleasure. Of pain. She wouldn’t know until he told her.
“You’ll find out in a second, but first I’m going to look my fill. You’re gorgeous like this.”
She felt gorgeous when she was spread out and trussed up. It was a peculiar quirk of hers. If it was being done in a nonconsensual way she would fight like hell, but in a loving way, it reminded her that he was in this for more than an orgasm. D/s sex was thoughtful, planned out. She would bet Jared had been thinking about this for months.
She knew she had.
She kept her eyes closed but she sighed as she felt a hand on her body. It started at her throat, caressing her briefly before moving down. This time the hand didn’t reach for her breasts. He merely ran down the line of her torso slowly, as though claiming the skin like territory. She sucked in a hard breath when he laid his hand flat on her belly, right above her pussy.
And then it was gone and she had to grit her teeth.
“All in good time, baby. Keep those eyes closed. I want you to think about what I’m going to do. Will it be a nice flogger on your skin? Or will I use a cane? I think I saw a vampire glove. That might be fun.”
What was he going to do to her? She kept her eyes closed, her mind filled with the possibilities. It kept her on the edge, not knowing what he would do.
And it took her mind off everything except him.
It was the sound that let her know what he’d found, the crack and fizz of a violet wand being turned on and then the clean smell of ozone.
She shrieked as she felt the sizzle along her leg. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. She was forced to take it. Her skin came to life. Everywhere he touched her the skin seemed to jump and squirm and play. The wand could hurt, but he was making bubbles over her flesh, a frothy feeling like she was a bottle of champagne begging to be uncorked.
“I like this,” Jared said, his voice low. “I think I could get addicted to spending my nights doing nothing more than torturing my sweet sub.”
The wand crackled and she felt the flare as it hovered over her skin and she couldn’t keep her eyes closed. She looked at him. There was the most satisfied look on his face, like he was right where he wanted to be. Lightning flashed through her system before he began to ease the wand down her leg. She squirmed against the ropes that bound her, tugging them tight as he explored her body. He ran the wand down to her toes, tickling her and making her beg, back up the opposite leg and to her torso. All the while he told her how gorgeous she was, how much he wanted her. The words were a warm blanket that covered her. It made it easy to be naked when he was still wearing clothes. She was precious to him, desired and beautiful. She wanted to see herself through his eyes.
“You like this?”
She was breathless as she replied. “It makes me crazy so yes, I love it. I’ve got a strong masochistic streak. I like testing myself.”
He winked down at her and amped the wand up, only a bit, but enough that she gritted her teeth when he touched her with it again. “I’m not the sadist my brother is, but I can definitely enjoy making you squirm. I will want to spend long hours tying you up and turning you into my gorgeous work of art.”
She could see how it would go. He would spend the entire evening creating elaborate designs across her body, taking his time with each tie. He would lavish her with attention and then show her off like she was his prize, his artistry. She would sit for as long as he wanted, and that time would be hers. She wouldn’t have to think or plan. She could breathe and allow herself to be.