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‘Pervert.’Damn.
‘Stop trying to distract me with compliments. The verdict, love. I bought you a gift. Placed the shiny silver box in your hand. Give me my reward now.’
His words hang in the air like a heated fog. I remember opening the box; the flare of recognition at what was inside. The longing I’d experienced wishing I’d them here, at Dan’s place, rather than alone in my bedroom.
I’d unpacked them, dropping each steel ball into my palm where they’d lain heavy and cold.What would he have done?Probably had me naked and spread-eagled, or maybe bent over a kitchen stool while he’d pushed them inside with his finger? With his cock?
Coming back to their purpose, a little wet and little flustered, I’d run them under the warm faucet.For sanitation and comfort, I’d told myself. Then, in my bedroom, I’d leaned one forearm against the dresser, watching my expression carefully as I’d inserted them, feeling extremely perverted for a Tuesday afternoon. Not that I usually have any problem touching myself, but this instance had taken on another dimension. I’d never watched myself... play with myself. And Dan hadn’t even been there coaxing or cajoling. Daring me on.
‘I’m still waiting.’
His words are quiet, his hand on my bare thigh. I blink heavily; where to start? How to separate the action from the recollection? And where to begin.
Would embarrassment always ball words in my throat?
I recall feeling full... not unpleasant in itself but hardly earth-shattering. Despite rinsing them in warm water, the balls had felt cold and moved a little inside me as I’d stood. The feeling was mildly disconcerting, but ultimately, they’d made me feel needy. Horny, as Flo would say. But was it the balls themselves, or the thought of being directed by Dan from a distance. Maybe I should’ve suggested some kind of communication. Skype, maybe?
I think I might be going insane.
Dan is on me in that instant, over me, his body pressed hard against mine. His kisses hot and wet as he pushes me up against the pillows, his hands roaming everywhere as he feeds his hips between my legs. Rearing onto his knees, he smiles down at me and all I can think is, Oh, shit.
‘Are you being a deliberate tease, or are you genuinely embarrassed?’
‘Does it matter?’
‘Absolutely. I’ll punish you for the first.’
‘And the second?’
‘Delight in it, as I’ve said. Which is it, love?’
God, his voice. Threats and honeyed promises. My eyes lower to where his shirt lies open, my pussy exposed, then to where his cock hovers, vulgar yet beautiful.
I look up, inhaling shortly for effect. ‘Boring.’ I add a light shrug, then roll my eyes a little. ‘Thanks for thinking of me, but I’m sorry to say, Ben Wa balls are as much fun as a training bra.’
I don’t have time for further teasing or insults as he leans over me, slipping his hand into the nightstand. To my shock, and possibly my delight, he pulls a length of rope from the drawer. My breath halts and stutters as he trails it over my shoulder, then down where his shirt gapes, tickling between my breasts.
‘Boring? We’ll have to improve on that.’ He trails the length down one leg and up the other. ‘There isn’t a girl around who isn’t silenced by twine.’ As he pulls it tight against the flesh of my thigh, it marks in an instant. The scratchy, criss-crossing dents are apparent only for a second before fading.
‘You don’t play fair,’ I croak, watching him winding it around his fist. Rope. Who’d have expected this would be my reaction. Excitement. A little fear. Did I mention excitement? My nipples stand to attention, gooseflesh stippling my skin.
‘You aren’t here for fair, sweetheart.’ He sounds amused and full of self-satisfaction. It makes me squirm, like I’ve been called out or something. ‘You’re here because you want to pretend this isn’t really who you are. You’re here because you want to be excited and reprimanded in turns. You don’t want me to hold you in my arms and make sweet, tender love. You can get that from any Tom or Dick on the street. You’re not the same as other girls, love. You’re the rare kind. You just need time to find out for yourself.’
The light in his eyes is so mesmerising, I couldn’t have formed a denial even if I’d wanted to.
‘Because you’re exquisite. Any man would be glad to have you in his bed, only most wouldn’t know what to do with you once you were there. You’re quite unique. It’s like the children’s game; opposite’s day. Are you familiar?’ I nod again, his tone hypnotic and as sexy as anything I’ve ever known. ‘I’m coming to find that for you, every fuck should be like opposite day. Because to you, cruelty is more like a kindness. It’s better to be tied and tortured, don’t you think?’
I don’t trust myself to answer as he slides the rope around my wrists.
Chapter Fifteen
LOUISE
Lying on my side, the rope chafes the skin of my arms in several places. I know my expression registers discomfort, but it seems to fall short of Dan’s notice. Whether by accident or on purpose, I’m not sure.
‘I think you’re the devil.’
I keep my tone light—it’s not his fault I’m trussed. He gave me the opportunity, and I was greedy for it. Now I’m not so sure. I try to remain still to prevent any rope burns. It’s hard enough to hide the thumb-sized bruises he leaves on my wrists. So I keep still. Isn’t that what submission means? Taking without complaining. Can I really want this?
