She shivered, but not from the cold. “You’re so gentle,” she whispered.
“Not always,” I promised, and she smiled, anticipating what was coming.
I reached for some bath wash and a washcloth, then lathered her skin—slow circles on her arms, her shoulders, down the slope of her back and over her hips. She let her head fall back against the rim, eyes closed, trusting me completely. I lifted her leg and ran the cloth down one side and up the other. When I reached the top, I lightly grazed her pussy as I turned my hand and felt wetness that was more than the bathwater. Then I ran the cloth down her other leg.
“Mmm you’re a tease,” she murmured.
“Only a little bit,” I said as I grazed her clit this time and she shuddered a little.
I leaned down and gave her a small kiss, my tongue reaching out and giving her lips a small lick as she tried to lean up for more.
“Uh uh. Tonight, you take only what I give you, Sunshine. But not to worry. I’m going to give you so much.”
Her surprised face was so adorable.
When I rinsed her, the water turned milky with suds and herbs. I lifted her hand, kissed her palm, then trailed kisses up the inside of her arm to the hollow of her elbow.
She made a soft sound, half moan, half plea.
“Are you ready for what I have in store?” I asked, and she nodded, her eyes glassy with want.
I helped her out, wrapped her in a thick towel, and dried the ends of her hair with another. She stood there, flushed and perfect, while I finished toweling off her legs and feet. Then I scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and set her down on the fresh cotton sheets.
I went to the closet and returned with the duffel, unzipping it slow so she could see every step. She watched, curiosity and hunger fighting for space on her face.
I stood her at the foot of our canopy bed.
I pulled out the padded cuffs first—soft black leather, lined with lambswool. I showed them to her, let her touch the material, then wrapped one around her wrist and buckled it, snug but not tight. She shivered again, but this time with anticipation.
“Do you trust me?” I asked one more time.
“Yes,” she said, voice strong now.
I cuffed the other wrist, then pulled her to me to the foot of the bed. I used the connecting strap to secure her hands above her head when I looped it over the wrought-iron bar of thecanopy. She stood facing me, arms extended, breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Next came the blindfold—silk, soft and cool. I tied it behind her head, careful to keep her hair from snagging.
“You look beautiful. But I need you to stand with your legs spread for me please,” I said, and she blushed, even though she couldn’t see me. She did as she was told. Such a good girl.
“Now what?” she asked, voice a little shaky.
“Now you just feel,” I said.
I let my hands roam—down her arms, over her ribs, circling her nipples with my thumbs until they stood hard and pink. She moaned, twisting her hips. I pinched one nipple, then soothed it with a kiss, switching to the other and repeating until she was squirming.
I reached for the next item in the bag—a small, soft leather flogger, the tails fine and supple as suede. I brushed it over her belly, her thighs, the curve of her hip. She jerked, surprised, but then melted into it as I flicked it lightly over her inner thighs.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
I worked up a rhythm, letting the strands tease her breasts, her belly, then back to her thighs. Each stroke left a faint red trail, and soon her skin glowed with heat.
I stopped and knelt between her legs, running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She was soaked, the scent of her need mixing with lavender and sage. I licked a stripe up her pussy, tasting her, and she arched up, straining against the cuffs.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Patience,” I said, and reached for the next surprise.
