He stopped to run additional ropes to the table, ensuring she couldn’t move even an inch.
Then he subjected her to the most exquisite torture she’d ever imagined.
She screamed as he covered her pussy with the intense head, pressing it against her.Her whole body seemed to shake and she was immobilized.“Cade.”
“Don’t hold back.”
The man was unceasing, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her.
She cried and begged for something she couldn’t name.
He talked to her, encouraged her, said how pleasing she was.
Then…
The world spun crazily, as if hurtling through space.She was desperate to reach out, to hold on to something so she didn’t fall off.But there was nothing…except Cade.
Vaguely she was aware of his soothing touch and voice.
Then she was in his arms, in the chair, with him looking down at her.He was bare chested, and his shirt covered her.
“Welcome back.”He grinned.
“What the hell?”
“I’d say you enjoyed the orgasm torture.”
“I… What?”She looked at her wrists, expecting to see chafe marks there.But there wasn’t even a single mark.
How could everything still be the same when she was so different?
After a few minutes, he left her to get a bottle of water.He opened it and stood over her, hands on his hips, until she drank.
Since her hand was shaking, he put the cap back on.
He helped her to stand and he put his shirt on her properly.Minute by minute, she got her bearings back.“That was something.Let’s do it again.”
As she’d hoped, he grinned.
“You’re okay if I clean up the space?”
“I can help.”
He shook his head, ending the conversation.
She soaked in his attentions as he handed her into the ATV.Loopy lodged herself in place and he surged forward.
Sofia was afraid she was starting to enjoy it as much as the dog was.
Back at the big house, she removed the butt plug and took a bath.Even though the bondage hadn’t been all that strenuous, the bath still soothed her muscles.
As he’d done yesterday, Cade brought her a glass of wine which she sipped for the half hour that she lazed in the tub.
When she was done, she pulled on one of his T-shirts, skipped the underwear and headed up to the turret.
She heard him picking out a tune on the guitar.Until now, she hadn’t been sure he actually used it.
Not wanting to disturb him, she stood at the top of the stairs, listened and watched.He was moving his bent head, as if he were someplace else, listening to lyrics only he could hear.Loopy lazed next to his chair, sprawled out on her side.
