She heard him moving things around and the sound of something being dragged across the floor.The spanking bench, maybe?She was almost glad she couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing.Then she remembered what he’d said about fear.The images her imagination was supplying were probably much worse than anything he would actually do to her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”Though he’d spoken softly, the words seemed to reverberate.
“I’m trying not to.”
“And?”
“It’s working, but only a little.I’m wondering what you’re doing.Feeling a little apprehension, then I’m reminding myself that I have words I can use and that I’ve liked everything we’ve done.And some of those things I would have said I didn’t want to do.”She paused.”There’s a tiny amount of curiosity mixed in, too.”
“Stand and come to me.”
She didn’t rise as elegantly as she would have liked.No doubt he intended for her to get plenty more practice.If he had his way, he’d have years to school her.
His eyebrows were furrowed.She’d noticed that he did that when he was intent or thoughtful.It unnerved her to realize he watched every single one of her moves.
She took a few steps and stopped in front of him, aware of their height difference, how much bigger he was.
He took the whip handle and put it beneath her chin.In response, she shuddered.
“I want to get you better acquainted with my single tail.”
Despite her intention to be calm, she looked at it.She wasn’t a fool.He’d only used it on her twice.One had been a tease.The second had been harsher.And she’d heard the way he cracked it.The thing was an extension of him, and he could wield it any way he chose.“I’d ask what you had in mind, but the answer may scare me.”
“I will promise you’ll like the experience.And I promise you’ll feel it.A sting, maybe a burn.If you’re lucky, you’ll have a few marks when we go to dinner.”
“Lucky?”she repeated, her voice coming out as a squeal.
“It’s my hope that you’ll learn to like my marks, savor them, even.”
“Again, as I keep telling you, Mr.Donovan, you have the wrong woman.”
“Do I?Is that why your breathing is so shallow?”
She glanced down, severing their gazes.He seemed to look too deeply into her, all the way to her heart, her mind.
He moved the hilt of the whip, tracing it down the column of her neck and pausing at the hollow of her throat.
This man, her future husband, made it impossible to hide.She reached up and held onto his wrists.
“I think, Ms.Bertrand, that you please me immensely.”
After she released her grip, he drew the handle lower, between her breasts, she pictured him tracing the same path with his cock.She shuddered, and her nipples hardened.As he ignited something that had been latent within her, intimacy was created.Connor made her feel as if she were the only one who mattered to him.
He made circles around her breasts then continued past her belly button, arrowing toward her pelvis.
For a moment, she forgot to breathe entirely.
He angled the hilt against her pussy, parting her labia, teasing her clit.
No matter what she said, her body wasn’t capable of lying to him.She was already moist.
Easily, he slid the handle back and forth, making her tingle.
“Tell me again how I have the wrong woman.”
She moaned as he increased the friction.
“That’s it.”He eased a tiny bit of the handle inside her.
