powerful scene—she wasn’t sad, or in pain. Sometimes the physical pleasure of sex and orgasm wasn’t enough to release the emotions that had built up in her, so she cried. She’d spent her adult life learning to lock down her feelings. Only here did she allow herself to laugh and cry when she felt like it, without stopping to analyze or consider the ramifications. Master Jensen didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t tell her to stop crying. He knew her, knew she needed this as much as she needed his hands on her body.
As her sobs quieted, he slipped from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, testing the water before getting in and pulling her in after him. He washed her until she was able to take the soap and do it herself. He didn’t leave—he stayed with her in the warmth, occasionally touching her, but never in a sexual way. She washed his back as he scrubbed his hands through his hair. Once they were done, they toweled each other dry.
Jensen held a robe for her and she slipped into it.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.” He motioned to the vanity, where her toiletry bags rested.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“When you come out, we start again.”
Anna opened her mouth, then closed it, dropping her gaze.
“I know, normally we’d stop for the night. This time is different.”
“Yes,” she agreed. It was different.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Have fun doing…whatever that is.” He motioned vaguely to the vanity.
Anna rolled her eyes and took a seat. Jensen grunted as she started pulling out bottles, then left the bathroom. Anna moisturized, taking her time with her nightly beauty routine, all while being careful not to think about what would happen when she left the bathroom.
When she was done, she shed the robe and walked out.
Jensen was waiting for her. He’d pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants. She knew he’d prefer fleece or plaid flannel, but he’d given in to her looks of disgust and upgraded. With his arms crossed over his muscled chest he looked like a sultan waiting for a harem girl.
When she was close he pulled her in for a long kiss. She slid her fingers into his still-damp hair, loving the feel of it, relishing in the freedom to touch him.
“We need to sleep,” he said as they broke apart. “I have plans for tomorrow.”
“You said we were starting again.”
“We are.” He motioned to the bed.
Lying on the white duvet were two long, black pieces of leather. Anna looked from them to Master Jensen.
“Bondage sleeves,” he said in answer to her unspoken question. “They’re a variety of arm binding. I figured you’d want to try more than one type.”
“ I’d want to try more than one?”
“I’m just thinking of you, love.”
Anna raised one brow.
Jensen grinned, totally unrepentant. “Right arm.”
He slid the sleeve onto her, then started to tighten it. The leather was smooth on the inside, and covered her from above her biceps to her palm. Her fingers were free, but a wide strap went around her palm, locking the sleeve in place with her thumb pressed against her hand, almost like a fingerless mitten. Laces ran up the side, allowing it to be tightened. Jensen adjusted it until it was snug, but not tight. The leather was thick and stiff, and she could bend her elbow only a little bit. Buckles around her wrist, elbow and upper arm made sure she couldn’t slip it off.
Anna’s breath caught when he was done with it. If she’d seen another sub wearing this, she would have assumed it was decorative more than functional, but it felt like he’d wrapped her in rope. Though it wasn’t restrictive, it was holding her, owning her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to bend her arm, the one thing she couldn’t do.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s strange. I didn’t think it would make me feel like this.”
“Explain.” He started to work the second sleeve onto her free arm.
Anna fought the urge to
As her sobs quieted, he slipped from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, testing the water before getting in and pulling her in after him. He washed her until she was able to take the soap and do it herself. He didn’t leave—he stayed with her in the warmth, occasionally touching her, but never in a sexual way. She washed his back as he scrubbed his hands through his hair. Once they were done, they toweled each other dry.
Jensen held a robe for her and she slipped into it.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.” He motioned to the vanity, where her toiletry bags rested.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“When you come out, we start again.”
Anna opened her mouth, then closed it, dropping her gaze.
“I know, normally we’d stop for the night. This time is different.”
“Yes,” she agreed. It was different.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Have fun doing…whatever that is.” He motioned vaguely to the vanity.
Anna rolled her eyes and took a seat. Jensen grunted as she started pulling out bottles, then left the bathroom. Anna moisturized, taking her time with her nightly beauty routine, all while being careful not to think about what would happen when she left the bathroom.
When she was done, she shed the robe and walked out.
Jensen was waiting for her. He’d pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants. She knew he’d prefer fleece or plaid flannel, but he’d given in to her looks of disgust and upgraded. With his arms crossed over his muscled chest he looked like a sultan waiting for a harem girl.
When she was close he pulled her in for a long kiss. She slid her fingers into his still-damp hair, loving the feel of it, relishing in the freedom to touch him.
“We need to sleep,” he said as they broke apart. “I have plans for tomorrow.”
“You said we were starting again.”
“We are.” He motioned to the bed.
Lying on the white duvet were two long, black pieces of leather. Anna looked from them to Master Jensen.
“Bondage sleeves,” he said in answer to her unspoken question. “They’re a variety of arm binding. I figured you’d want to try more than one type.”
“ I’d want to try more than one?”
“I’m just thinking of you, love.”
Anna raised one brow.
Jensen grinned, totally unrepentant. “Right arm.”
He slid the sleeve onto her, then started to tighten it. The leather was smooth on the inside, and covered her from above her biceps to her palm. Her fingers were free, but a wide strap went around her palm, locking the sleeve in place with her thumb pressed against her hand, almost like a fingerless mitten. Laces ran up the side, allowing it to be tightened. Jensen adjusted it until it was snug, but not tight. The leather was thick and stiff, and she could bend her elbow only a little bit. Buckles around her wrist, elbow and upper arm made sure she couldn’t slip it off.
Anna’s breath caught when he was done with it. If she’d seen another sub wearing this, she would have assumed it was decorative more than functional, but it felt like he’d wrapped her in rope. Though it wasn’t restrictive, it was holding her, owning her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to bend her arm, the one thing she couldn’t do.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s strange. I didn’t think it would make me feel like this.”
“Explain.” He started to work the second sleeve onto her free arm.
Anna fought the urge to