She felt sexy. Hands first, she stepped into the balcony and stopped in front of Benjamin, still on her hands and knees, awaiting his next command. The slab of stone that made up the balcony floor was hard and cold. She ignored the discomfort and focused on the man in front of her, for whom she would do anything. The thought sent warmth spreading over her body and her heart clenching.
For Benjamin, she would endure most things.
Chair creaking under his weight, he pushed to his feet and walked back into the bedroom. Selina kept her gaze riveted to the spot he'd just moved from. She didn't want to look around her. If she did, then the panic simmering in her veins would boil over and she would run. For once, she wanted to do this right without panicking.
Keeping her gaze fixated on the chair kept her grounded on Benjamin. She could imagine he was the only one who had eyes for her, the only one watching her.
He returned, tossing a brown, velvet cushion on the floor beside her. He sat back in the chair.
"Kneel on the cushion."
She adjusted herself on it, glad for his consideration. Her breasts jutted out as she folded her arms at her back, her thighs spread open, the way he liked her to present her body to him. Whether it was from the breeze or Benjamin's accessing gaze, her nipples tightened into points, cream running down her thigh, her skin flushing with heat.
How she wished he would touch her ! A gentle pat of his hand on the head, a brush of his sensuous lips against hers or a thrust of his fingers into her sex, she wasn't really fussed as long as she felt a physical connection to enhance this emotional connection she currently shared with him.
Placing the cigar on the marble ash tray with one hand, h e leaned forward, the other arm outstretched, palm open and upward. Opening her mouth, she allowed the paddle to drop into his hand.
"What's the paddle for, Selina?" he asked, his tone amused.
"You said I was going to be punished."
"I said? And why should you be punished?"
"I've been bad, Benjamin. I disobeyed our rules and ended up burning my arm. I have no rights to mark my body without your permission."
"Yes , your body is mine. And you've earned this punishment. But you don't get to decide how I punish you, Selina. Do you understand why?"
"Yes, Benjamin."
"Tell me."
"On play days, I have no decision-making powers, except the choice to participate or not. If I choose to participate, I'm simply to let go and obey, trusting that you know the best for me."
" Good girl."
He put the paddle on the table beside him and picked up the cigar again. He took several puffs, the smoke curling upward, marking the air with his presence. She knelt there content and happy to finally be with him after they'd spent the whole day apart.
There wa s something calming about watching him smoke, although she didn't like the fact that he did. She was a pharmacist who worked in a busy London hospital. She'd seen the effect of smoking on patients. But she accepted it as a quirk of his. And prayed that there was no damaging effect on his body. There were cases of smokers who didn't contract lung cancer. She hoped her husband would fall into that category.
They stayed like that for several minutes. She forg ot about the world around them, only reminded occasionally by the odd hoot of a car horn or rumbling of a train on the tracks. The shadows deepened. Soon the only light was from the smoldering ash at the tip of his cigar and the light filtering through the curtains from a dimmed lamp in the bedroom. Benjamin must have turned it on when he'd gone into the bedroom to collect the cushion.
R eturning the cigar to the ash tray, he shifted in his chair.
"Unbuckle my belt," he said.
Glad for an opportunity to touch him, she rushed to do his bidding. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the metal buckle and unclipped the leather belt from it. She held each end in her hands.
"Now the fly, unzip it."
She stared at his fly. The bulge beneath
For Benjamin, she would endure most things.
Chair creaking under his weight, he pushed to his feet and walked back into the bedroom. Selina kept her gaze riveted to the spot he'd just moved from. She didn't want to look around her. If she did, then the panic simmering in her veins would boil over and she would run. For once, she wanted to do this right without panicking.
Keeping her gaze fixated on the chair kept her grounded on Benjamin. She could imagine he was the only one who had eyes for her, the only one watching her.
He returned, tossing a brown, velvet cushion on the floor beside her. He sat back in the chair.
"Kneel on the cushion."
She adjusted herself on it, glad for his consideration. Her breasts jutted out as she folded her arms at her back, her thighs spread open, the way he liked her to present her body to him. Whether it was from the breeze or Benjamin's accessing gaze, her nipples tightened into points, cream running down her thigh, her skin flushing with heat.
How she wished he would touch her ! A gentle pat of his hand on the head, a brush of his sensuous lips against hers or a thrust of his fingers into her sex, she wasn't really fussed as long as she felt a physical connection to enhance this emotional connection she currently shared with him.
Placing the cigar on the marble ash tray with one hand, h e leaned forward, the other arm outstretched, palm open and upward. Opening her mouth, she allowed the paddle to drop into his hand.
"What's the paddle for, Selina?" he asked, his tone amused.
"You said I was going to be punished."
"I said? And why should you be punished?"
"I've been bad, Benjamin. I disobeyed our rules and ended up burning my arm. I have no rights to mark my body without your permission."
"Yes , your body is mine. And you've earned this punishment. But you don't get to decide how I punish you, Selina. Do you understand why?"
"Yes, Benjamin."
"Tell me."
"On play days, I have no decision-making powers, except the choice to participate or not. If I choose to participate, I'm simply to let go and obey, trusting that you know the best for me."
" Good girl."
He put the paddle on the table beside him and picked up the cigar again. He took several puffs, the smoke curling upward, marking the air with his presence. She knelt there content and happy to finally be with him after they'd spent the whole day apart.
There wa s something calming about watching him smoke, although she didn't like the fact that he did. She was a pharmacist who worked in a busy London hospital. She'd seen the effect of smoking on patients. But she accepted it as a quirk of his. And prayed that there was no damaging effect on his body. There were cases of smokers who didn't contract lung cancer. She hoped her husband would fall into that category.
They stayed like that for several minutes. She forg ot about the world around them, only reminded occasionally by the odd hoot of a car horn or rumbling of a train on the tracks. The shadows deepened. Soon the only light was from the smoldering ash at the tip of his cigar and the light filtering through the curtains from a dimmed lamp in the bedroom. Benjamin must have turned it on when he'd gone into the bedroom to collect the cushion.
R eturning the cigar to the ash tray, he shifted in his chair.
"Unbuckle my belt," he said.
Glad for an opportunity to touch him, she rushed to do his bidding. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the metal buckle and unclipped the leather belt from it. She held each end in her hands.
"Now the fly, unzip it."
She stared at his fly. The bulge beneath
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