“Mayhap at least your jacket? Cravat? Waistcoat if you’re feeling daring?” She teased, hoping to loosen his demeanor.
His expression cleared, and he stripped off his jacket, uncaring that the sleeves turned inside out in his haste. The cravat flew.
After all, what need do we have of that when we are surrounded by sturdier options in leather?She suppressed a giggle.
His waistcoat disappeared.
She picked up the spidery leather contraption and held it against her waist as he had done. “Show me, please?”
As he circled around her, he caught one strip of leather and brought it with him, then leaned around her other side to gather the corresponding piece to buckle around her. He then took the longest pieces and ran them up between her breasts to secure behind her neck.
The two remaining lengths hung along her front. Both had buckles. She had no idea how they’d fasten.
Coming to stand before her, Robert took one in his left hand. “Please tell me if you become uncomfortable.” After a beat, he added, “Physically or mentally.”
Beth smiled. “I will, but you needn’t worry.” She placed a hand on his linen-covered chest to reassure him.
He sucked in a breath, holding still.
Despite loving the solid feel of his muscles under her hand, Beth was dying of curiosity. Sliding her palm down his front slowly, she allowed her hand to drop to her side. “Right then. I wish to experience this. Please?”
“Yes, of course.” He moved to her right and squatted next to her. “Widen your stance a little for me?”
“Of course.” ’Twas almost a question.Will that length of leather rest along my core? That could cause some erotic rubbing. Oh my.
She’d been damp since her gown had loosened, and Beth worried her juices would mark the leather, but she was too embarrassed to warn him. Realizing his head was level with her most secret folds further inflamed her.
He passed the strap between her legs to his other hand, then leaned around to cinch it to the belt around her waist so it angled outward toward her hip and cupped one cheek of her bottom. Rising, he quickly replicated the configuration on her other side with the remaining strap.
He’d set these last two in the crease of each leg, so the pressure mounded her intimate folds outward. She wanted to see the whole picture in the mirror, to run her hands along the straps, and to pull them and see what that did to her. But most of all, she wanted him to pull that bulging cock out and stick it inside her.
I hope I can get to the bed—or nearest available surface—in this.
But Robert retreated a step to make a slow circle around her to evaluate every angle.
Tugging on her “belt” gently, he muttered to himself. “Mayhap a few more holes in each strap for different shapes.”
Coming back around, he put his hands against her ribs just under her breasts. “A length here that meets in the center back and connects to the neck? Mayhap sold separately. But is it fixed or made to measure? Hmm…”
Beth shifted, impatient. She’d viewed the leather as a means to an end, and she hadn’t pictured that end as lengthy sensual torture. Was he going to fuck her?
Robert shook his head, refocusing on her face. “My apologies, Beth. ’Tis the first time I’ve seen it on someone. Does anything pinch?”
“A bit.” She gestured downward.
“Where? Are the straps too wide? Did I catch a tender part?” He knelt and inhaled a deep breath.
Is he smelling me? Oh my.“No, not exactly.”
“Where does it hurt?”
“I’ll show you.” Smirking, she held her hand out for his. She turned it palm up and brought it between her legs to slide it through her wetness to the raised bundle of nerves at her center. The glide of skin to skin sparked her nerve endings, and she jolted when his finger found her most sensitive spot.
Goodness, I am sopping. I hope he takes that as the compliment it is.
He bent his finger a hairsbreadth.
She moaned in pleasure, her hand falling away. He didn’t seem to need guidance. She was so swollen and sensitive, she’d need only a few strokes. If he didn’t move soon, she’d take herself over. Or better yet, mayhap she’d use one of those leather straps conveniently placed. But no, she craved his touch. Her pleasure bump pulsed against his hold.
