“What are you going to do?” she grumbles to herself. “Spank me?”
I enter her bedroom with the length of leather between my hands. The way her eyes bug out is comical, but how she always entertains me doesn’t blunt the sharp edge of arousal. The need to dominate her, control that sharp tongue of hers, preferably with my cock, is stronger than anything else right now.
“Turn around, kneel on the bed, clasp your hands behind your back,” I order with terse commands.
Basia blinks at me, then giggles nervously. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She rolls her lips together, then tilts her head. I can tell she’s about to dig herself into a deeper hole by the glint in her eyes.
“Do you need your women asleep or restrained or something?” she asks, proving me right.
“Woman,” I correct. “There’s only one woman I want. Either obey, or this ends now. Up to you. Do you want this, Basia?”
“Yes,” she answers instantly.
I grin at her. “Yes, what?”
I see her throat bob as she swallows. “Yes… Sir?”
Something inside me unravels, and I breathe deeper than I have in years.
“That’s my good girl. Hurry up now.”
As she starts moving, I add one more command: “Take your top off too.”
This is the first time I see her completely naked, so I click the bedside light on, not wanting to miss a single detail.
She’s absolutely stunning: fair skin with a golden undertone, breasts that are more than a handful, a narrow waist curving into wide hips, and long, firm legs that were made to wrap around me.
My cock is fully hard again, standing at attention and leaking against my stomach.
“Turn around,” I whisper, eager to see her restrained.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, a mix of slyness and shyness that makes my balls jump.
Her back is a smooth expanse that’s just begging for a flogger. Something on the tame side for my girl: a velvet cat o’ nine tails, perhaps. Intimidating enough to unsettle her, firm enough to redden her skin, but nothing that would cause longer-lasting damage.
Basia clasps her hands behind her back like she’s done this before. The thought makes me irrationally mad.
“Did you?—”
“No,” she quickly interrupts, lowering her head so her hair covers her cheeks. “I just like… There are these old book series about… about BDSM clubs.”
I have to bite my tongue so I don’t laugh with relief. This is the best-case scenario. She won’t be shocked by the things that turn me on—hell, she might even like them as much as I do—but I get to be the one introducing them to her. The only one she plays with like this.
My jaw cracks as I clench my teeth together. I need to stop thinking thoughts that enrage me.
I distract myself by running the belt against her skin, enjoying the goosebumps the touch brings forward. Then I kneel behind her and loop the leather around her arms and wrists, making sure she can’t move or undo it.
“Is anything uncomfortable?” I ask quietly as I tug on the belt.
Basia squirms like she’s trying to get loose, but the restraints stay in place.
“No,” she breathes. “It’s… fine. Sir.”
“Good,” I say softly, then press my hard cock against her side. “Then we can begin.”
