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and take your punishment, won"t you?”
The soft, even tone of his voice made her shiver. Hell, if he kept talking like that she wouldn"t refuse him anything. “Yes, Maddox.”
“Good.” He made quick work undoing the chains around her ankles, helping her to stand after he"d undone the one binding her wrists to the chair. He picked up the chain still attached to her clit ring and led her toward the stairs. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked behind him, and she wondered at the picture they made. Him dressed in slacks and a shirt that, she knew from the feel, was Egyptian cotton. Her walking naked behind him, her wrists bound in front of her, and what was essentially a leash attached to her pussy.
She had wanted a new experience, and she was definitely getting that. None of her lovers had ever led her around by the pussy. She admired his ass again as he walked up the stairs. He was definitely a fine specimen of manhood.
She was a little nervous about what was to come, but there was no doubt in her mind he would follow what he"d said about a safe word. If she said it, he"d stop. She had thought about using it downstairs; however, it would have been more from anger about him not fucking her than from fear about what was going to happen. And that, she knew from her readings, wasn"t the proper way to use it.
The safe word was for when things were getting to be too much for the sub. She"d been frustrated downstairs, true, but it wasn"t from something that made her feel bad, 40
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unless that was not being screwed. And somehow she didn"t think using her safe word would make that happen any sooner.
At the top of the stairs, he led her to the end of the hallway, pushing open a door and flipping on the light. The room was decorated in a southwestern style, with large wooden furniture and various prints from southwestern artists. There was another dream catcher, this one above the bed. This room also had hardwood floors, with large cream-colored throw rugs placed about. To the side she could see an open door that led into what she assumed was a bathroom. French doors were in the center of the outside wall.
The bed was enormous, covered in a midnight blue comforter with four pillows sitting against the frame.
“It"s very you,” she said. “Love your prints and the dream catcher.”
“I have some artwork you might like in another room. I"ll show it to you tomorrow or sometime thereafter. I know you like art, or at least I figure most art history majors do.”
They exchanged knowing glances. During the week after they"d met, they"d both done research on the other. It didn"t surprise her, especially after learning he was Nadine Tremont"s son. He was probably used to people chasing after him for money too.
“Come here, you.” He tugged gently on the leash, and she walked over to him. He tipped her chin up, then gazed down into her eyes. “On the bed, hands above your head.”
“Yes, Sir, General.” She saluted and moved toward the bed, not bothering to turn back and see his reaction to her words. The swat he gave her on the bottom was answer enough.
“You"ve got a very smart mouth.” She giggled and lay down, stretching her arms above her head.
“How am I doing, boss?” She groaned with pleasure as he straddled her, wrapped a coil of rope around her bonds, and attached it to the headboard.
“You tell me.” He sat back, his butt barely touching her stomach, and looked down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a fresh flower on the first day of spring, just waiting to be pollinated.” She ran her tongue over her lips, hoping to entice him. Instead he moved off the bed, heading toward the bathroom doorway. “Maddox?”
He paused at the door, then turned. “Spread your legs as wide as possible and bend them at the knee.”
“Oh goody, is this like riding the stirrups at the doctor"s office?” She"d hoped for a smile and didn"t get one. Instead he just went into the bathroom without
The soft, even tone of his voice made her shiver. Hell, if he kept talking like that she wouldn"t refuse him anything. “Yes, Maddox.”
“Good.” He made quick work undoing the chains around her ankles, helping her to stand after he"d undone the one binding her wrists to the chair. He picked up the chain still attached to her clit ring and led her toward the stairs. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked behind him, and she wondered at the picture they made. Him dressed in slacks and a shirt that, she knew from the feel, was Egyptian cotton. Her walking naked behind him, her wrists bound in front of her, and what was essentially a leash attached to her pussy.
She had wanted a new experience, and she was definitely getting that. None of her lovers had ever led her around by the pussy. She admired his ass again as he walked up the stairs. He was definitely a fine specimen of manhood.
She was a little nervous about what was to come, but there was no doubt in her mind he would follow what he"d said about a safe word. If she said it, he"d stop. She had thought about using it downstairs; however, it would have been more from anger about him not fucking her than from fear about what was going to happen. And that, she knew from her readings, wasn"t the proper way to use it.
The safe word was for when things were getting to be too much for the sub. She"d been frustrated downstairs, true, but it wasn"t from something that made her feel bad, 40
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unless that was not being screwed. And somehow she didn"t think using her safe word would make that happen any sooner.
At the top of the stairs, he led her to the end of the hallway, pushing open a door and flipping on the light. The room was decorated in a southwestern style, with large wooden furniture and various prints from southwestern artists. There was another dream catcher, this one above the bed. This room also had hardwood floors, with large cream-colored throw rugs placed about. To the side she could see an open door that led into what she assumed was a bathroom. French doors were in the center of the outside wall.
The bed was enormous, covered in a midnight blue comforter with four pillows sitting against the frame.
“It"s very you,” she said. “Love your prints and the dream catcher.”
“I have some artwork you might like in another room. I"ll show it to you tomorrow or sometime thereafter. I know you like art, or at least I figure most art history majors do.”
They exchanged knowing glances. During the week after they"d met, they"d both done research on the other. It didn"t surprise her, especially after learning he was Nadine Tremont"s son. He was probably used to people chasing after him for money too.
“Come here, you.” He tugged gently on the leash, and she walked over to him. He tipped her chin up, then gazed down into her eyes. “On the bed, hands above your head.”
“Yes, Sir, General.” She saluted and moved toward the bed, not bothering to turn back and see his reaction to her words. The swat he gave her on the bottom was answer enough.
“You"ve got a very smart mouth.” She giggled and lay down, stretching her arms above her head.
“How am I doing, boss?” She groaned with pleasure as he straddled her, wrapped a coil of rope around her bonds, and attached it to the headboard.
“You tell me.” He sat back, his butt barely touching her stomach, and looked down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a fresh flower on the first day of spring, just waiting to be pollinated.” She ran her tongue over her lips, hoping to entice him. Instead he moved off the bed, heading toward the bathroom doorway. “Maddox?”
He paused at the door, then turned. “Spread your legs as wide as possible and bend them at the knee.”
“Oh goody, is this like riding the stirrups at the doctor"s office?” She"d hoped for a smile and didn"t get one. Instead he just went into the bathroom without
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