“So I don’t have to go downstairs to have my first cup,” he explained.
She walked over to one of the oblong windows.Wind continued to pummel the shrubs and trees, and through the rain she could see that verdant land swept in every direction.She thought she could see the cuts made by the river and the roads, but the rivulets of water running down the panes of glass made it difficult to tell.
“Before cell phones, this was a great way to see if someone was drawing near.”
She continued to walk around the small space.From another window, the ornate front gate was visible, and she realized he’d probably watched her arrival.
“Because it has a three-hundred-sixty-degree view, I can watch both the sunrise and sunset from here.”
It lacked a desk, which meant he couldn’t work in here.“It’s peaceful.And…”
“And?”He had a shoulder braced against a windowsill.
“A little wild.”She waved her hand toward the window.Clouds seemed to tumble over each other.Others collided.In the distance, lighting snapped across the sky.
“Best vantage for a storm, for sure,” he agreed.
And to survey everything he owned.He really was lord over his domain.
“I’ve had a fantasy,” he said.
She turned.
“Of having my submissive in the window, naked when I came back in from the range.Or maybe displayed for a bit for anyone who happened by.”
It wasn’t likely that anyone would happen by, she realized, but it was the image that tantalized.
“I think about flogging my sub while she’s spread wide.Maybe secured to the wall on either side.”
“When you say that, I feel a little fear.”
“Fear can be an aphrodisiac.”
“Can it?”
“Can’t it?”he countered in return.
Perhaps it could be, she mused.If the sensation of fireworks rocking through her was anything to go by, he was right.It sure as hell had been in the loft.
“Ready to talk to me?”He folded his arms across his chest.
She didn’t know whether it was intentional or not, but he was blocking the doorway.Since she realized he would persist until he got what he wanted, she decided to tell him everything.
“Was fear part of your arousal?”
“It was,” she admitted.“What happened back there confused me.I liked it.More than I anticipated.It turned me on.”She blushed.“Obviously.”
He nodded and remained quiet.
She pulled her hair into a mock ponytail before letting it go again.“I told you I don’t have a lot of experience.”
“Go on.”
“Coming like that isn’t something I’ve done often.But you made it happen quickly.”
“Because most of a woman’s sexual arousal comes from her brain.Thinking about what we were doing excited you.Making you touch the paddle created a tactile reinforcement.Even when your eyes were closed, you knew I was looking at you, only you.”
Even his voice, smoke and sex, aroused her again.
