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other than experiencing what he chose to do with her body tonight. Sinfully sweet, delicious things that always left her wanting more and screaming out her release.
Ryder glanced away to secure the rope before his gaze swept over her from head to ankle cuffs. As always when he gave her that look, her stomach dropped—and his grin told her he was fully aware of his effect on her.
* * *
Ryder smiled. The slight hitch in her breathing told him she was as turned on as he was. Beginning at her ankle cuffs, his gaze moved up quickly to the juncture of her thighs. Her mound, sprinkled with ginger curls, beckoned him to touch her, but he intended to prolong that moment for as long as he could resist.
Which might not be all that long given that he’d crashed on her three nights in a row. Taking a step toward her, he couldn’t help noticing that the pins on her nipples protruded in an obscene way. He’d seen Gunnar remove wooden clothespins with his whip, but Ryder hadn’t perfected that technique yet. Still, he’d equally enjoy removing them with his hands and hearing her squeals—a mixture of pain and pure delight.
He stopped in front of her and traced his finger across her lips, then slowly down her jaw, neck, and shoulders. Gooseflesh rose in the path of his finger until he reached her breast. He flicked the clothespin, and she hissed.
He grinned and walked around behind her. The curve of her ass beckoned him. He slapped her with his hand without warning. Another hiss. He longed to run his fingers between her legs to see if she was as wet as he suspected, but knew without a doubt she was.
“Let’s see if we can’t redden you up a little to start.”
Walking over to the table, he picked up the single tail. Had she noticed it? No doubt. She was very observant. But did she know he was going to actually use it on her tonight? Probably not. It had been so long since they’d played, and she might benefit from a little warm-up with the riding crop first. Stooping down, he pulled out his toy bag.
Returning to where she stood waiting, he stroked the tip of the crop from her shoulder blade to her ass once, twice, but on the third time, he tapped her ass with the crop a few times to bring the blood flow to the surface. Looking up, he saw her hands clenching the rough jute rope in anticipation of more.
Not a problem. He delivered more light smacks. After she’d pinkened up nicely, he landed a hard slap against her.
“Ack!” She flinched away from him, but soon regained her composure and returned to place.
He knew she could take much more than this. Before allowing her to prepare herself for the next ones, he rained a dozen or so more strikes against her ass cheeks.
But the crop wasn’t doing it for him today. He stopped and went back to the table to retrieve the braided single tail. Wait. He wanted to restrain her in such a way to minimize movement. Setting it back down, he came back to her, noticing the red marks on her ass. He reached out to squeeze them, intensifying the pain.
She gasped, but her panting breaths told him she loved it. He bent to whisper in her ear. “Ready for more?”
“Oh, yes, Sir!”
“Excellent. Step closer to the wall and spread your legs wider.” Grabbing a spreader bar from his toy bag, he fastened it to the ankle cuffs before further inhibiting her movements by attaching chains from the D-ring in each cuff to an eyebolt in the floor. He wasn’t going to do any wraparounds, so didn’t need to worry about the lack of space in front of her. But he wanted optimal space for his whip to fly behind her.
Once again, he retrieved the single tail and uncurled it. Running it through his hands, he checked to be sure it was in perfect condition. The nylon popper at the end would leave little red kisses on her back almost in the shape of butterflies, which was the best he could describe them from the ones he’d applied to Gunnar’s back during training. Gunnar also had
Ryder glanced away to secure the rope before his gaze swept over her from head to ankle cuffs. As always when he gave her that look, her stomach dropped—and his grin told her he was fully aware of his effect on her.
* * *
Ryder smiled. The slight hitch in her breathing told him she was as turned on as he was. Beginning at her ankle cuffs, his gaze moved up quickly to the juncture of her thighs. Her mound, sprinkled with ginger curls, beckoned him to touch her, but he intended to prolong that moment for as long as he could resist.
Which might not be all that long given that he’d crashed on her three nights in a row. Taking a step toward her, he couldn’t help noticing that the pins on her nipples protruded in an obscene way. He’d seen Gunnar remove wooden clothespins with his whip, but Ryder hadn’t perfected that technique yet. Still, he’d equally enjoy removing them with his hands and hearing her squeals—a mixture of pain and pure delight.
He stopped in front of her and traced his finger across her lips, then slowly down her jaw, neck, and shoulders. Gooseflesh rose in the path of his finger until he reached her breast. He flicked the clothespin, and she hissed.
He grinned and walked around behind her. The curve of her ass beckoned him. He slapped her with his hand without warning. Another hiss. He longed to run his fingers between her legs to see if she was as wet as he suspected, but knew without a doubt she was.
“Let’s see if we can’t redden you up a little to start.”
Walking over to the table, he picked up the single tail. Had she noticed it? No doubt. She was very observant. But did she know he was going to actually use it on her tonight? Probably not. It had been so long since they’d played, and she might benefit from a little warm-up with the riding crop first. Stooping down, he pulled out his toy bag.
Returning to where she stood waiting, he stroked the tip of the crop from her shoulder blade to her ass once, twice, but on the third time, he tapped her ass with the crop a few times to bring the blood flow to the surface. Looking up, he saw her hands clenching the rough jute rope in anticipation of more.
Not a problem. He delivered more light smacks. After she’d pinkened up nicely, he landed a hard slap against her.
“Ack!” She flinched away from him, but soon regained her composure and returned to place.
He knew she could take much more than this. Before allowing her to prepare herself for the next ones, he rained a dozen or so more strikes against her ass cheeks.
But the crop wasn’t doing it for him today. He stopped and went back to the table to retrieve the braided single tail. Wait. He wanted to restrain her in such a way to minimize movement. Setting it back down, he came back to her, noticing the red marks on her ass. He reached out to squeeze them, intensifying the pain.
She gasped, but her panting breaths told him she loved it. He bent to whisper in her ear. “Ready for more?”
“Oh, yes, Sir!”
“Excellent. Step closer to the wall and spread your legs wider.” Grabbing a spreader bar from his toy bag, he fastened it to the ankle cuffs before further inhibiting her movements by attaching chains from the D-ring in each cuff to an eyebolt in the floor. He wasn’t going to do any wraparounds, so didn’t need to worry about the lack of space in front of her. But he wanted optimal space for his whip to fly behind her.
Once again, he retrieved the single tail and uncurled it. Running it through his hands, he checked to be sure it was in perfect condition. The nylon popper at the end would leave little red kisses on her back almost in the shape of butterflies, which was the best he could describe them from the ones he’d applied to Gunnar’s back during training. Gunnar also had
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