Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Like a princess, I supposed.
“I can’t wait to make a mess of you.” Matt chuckled darkly. “Would you like that, princess? Would you like all this mascara to run, your lipstick to smear?”
I swallowed hard as the pressure of his hand around my throat increased. “Only if you would, my dragon.”
He kissed my forehead and released me. “Good girl.”
I stood there on wobbly legs as he went to the chrome and leather device in the center of the room. “Do you know what this is?”
I shook my head.
“This is a punishment bench.” He patted the cushioned square on one side. “This is where you’ll lean on your forearms. Those cuffs will keep you in position.” He pointed to the slender padded bar at the center of the bench. “This will support and elevate your hips so that I have total access.”
Despite being called a bench, there was nothing between the armrest platform and the narrow pelvic support. There were footrests, though, stylized stirrups attached to more padded leather, with restraint straps.
“I’ll be able to adjust your legs,” Matt went on, moving one of the footrests up. “I can spread you as wide as I want.”
My own breath threatened to drown out the sound of his voice. He patted the leg rest and said, “Climb up.”
I hesitated. It seemed deeply unlikely that I wouldn’t fall through the damn thing trying to get on it. Matt offered me his hand, and I took it as I placed a foot into one of the stirrups.
“This shouldn’t need much adjusting,” he said as he guided me to lean forward. He was right; the armrest was in the perfect position for me to support my upper body. The padded bar beneath my hips felt strange, but not bad. I was somehow comfortable and in the most awkward position of my life.
So far.
Matt ran his hand down my back, his breath harsh through his nose. “Any trouble breathing?”
“No, my dragon.” Well, not because of my position, anyway. The air on my spread pussy, the anticipation that coursed through me, those were the things that took my breath away.
“If at any time you find it difficult to breathe or your muscles feel strained, let me know.” He paused, then added darkly, “From the position, I mean. If you’re out of breath from screaming or your muscles are strained from coming too hard, that’s a different story.”
I let out a shaky laugh.
“I’ve been thinking about what kind of scene you might enjoy,” he went on. “You don’t strike me as someone who gets off on pain and degradation for pain and degradation’s sake. I want to try something tonight. I want to see what a good girl my princess can be.”
A thick strap fell over my lower back, and he cinched it up tight. I could tell the Velcro was strong from the sound it made as he gave the strap a tug to test it. I was anchored to the pelvic support firmly, but it felt like I could wriggle away, if I wanted to. When he added the straps around my calves, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Wrist,” he ordered, and I inched my forearm forward. No straps, here; he closed a set of shackles connected to the bench with short chains around each of my wrists and stepped back to admire his work.
“Perfect,” he said, and put a hand under my jaw to lift my chin. “You look perfect like this.”
I flushed with pleasure and instinctively looked toward the mirror. He was right; I looked damn sexy with my ass up, back arched, ready for him to do whatever he wished to me. He went to the side table and picked up a paddle. My heart rate sped up. He put it back down and moved on to a tasseled whip, giving it a test stroke against his clothed arm before putting it back. Then, he came to me and held out his huge hand. “Let’s start with a classic.”
Goosebumps rose on all of my skin despite the comfortable temperature of the room. I’d never been so immobilized, so at someone else’s mercy. And yeah, I trusted Matt. I wouldn’t have come to the island if I didn’t. But it was hard to explain to the primal part of my brain that being tied down specifically so someone could hurt me was going to be fun. That, I realized, was a part of the fun. The fear and the trust went hand in hand. I was allowed to be afraid of this man, this powerful, strong man who now held me captive, without truly fearing him.
The adrenaline and dread were aphrodisiacs. As Matt moved slowly behind me, a thrill of terrified desire went through me.
He chuckled. “I can see your pussy clenching already.”
I shivered.
“You’re wet.” His fingertip gently traced my inner labia, slipping between them and their external counterparts while his thumb brushed along the edges. It was a maddening tease. I couldn’t even lift my hips to get accidental contact with my clit. He withdrew his hand and said, “I want you to count while I spank you.”