She didn’t hesitate. The gag muffled her, but the word came clear.
“Green.”
My body reacted instantly, but as I adjusted myself, I took a deep breath. My needs would wait.
She was fearless. Mira was made for this. Made for me. The thought terrified me because I knew there was no way this ended with us together.
I stepped back a half pace, giving myself room. I needed control now more than she did. If I touched her too soon, this would unravel fast, and tonight wasn’t about fast. Tonight was about stripping away the last walls she kept standing everywhere else. At work. In her life. In her own damn head.
She squirmed slightly, the straps creaking with the movement. Not panic.Anticipation.
“Hold still,” I warned, reaching for the riding crop.
The crack landed on the inside of her thigh.
Her entire body went still, beautifully, obediently still, as if the straps had tightened themselves.
Good girl.
I reached behind her head, checking the gag strap, making sure it wasn’t too tight. She shivered at the faint brush of my fingers.
She had no idea how close I was.
If she knew it wasme, that the same hands that had stroked her wrist with professional distance in the office were now hovering inches from her soaked thighs, she’d break.
Or maybe, God help us both, she’d fall even deeper.
I slid a gloved hand up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of where she was hottest. Her hips jerked involuntarily.
“Easy,” I murmured. “We’re not there yet.”
Her frustration rolled off her in a trembling waves. I smiled beneath the mask.
“Color?”
She didn’t answer right away. That alone told me everything. She was weighing her options as she tested her restraints. Her breathing settled around the gag, then I heard it.
“Green.”
I reclined the chair.
She tried to jump at the movement, instinct flaring before logic of the situation caught up with her. She was trapped. There was nothing she could do.
Her body settled as gravity shifted, thighs opening just enough to make the denial sharper.
Her thighs trembled in their restraints, muscles shaking with effort and need. She couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t hide how wet she was. Couldn’t hide anything.
I licked my lips, letting my thumb brush the very edge of her heat. Her whole body jerked at that single touch.
I swallowed my own groan.
Tonight was going to destroy us both.
I picked up the clamps from the table and leaned over, drawing the lace fabric down, releasing her breasts. Her breath caught as I drew one hard nipple into my mouth, the smell of peaches grounding me. My teeth grazed her peak as I stood and settled a clamp in place.
Her jaw tightened in anticipation and I knew she expected the same treatment on the other side, but instead, I smacked her nipple with my gloved hand.
She cried out, pulling against the restraints before forcing herself still again. Only then did I attach the other clamp. When they were in place, I stepped back, admiring her.
