"Just for you," I gasped.
"Good girl."
Those words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. My fingers moved faster, chasing the building pressure.
"Stop."
I froze immediately, hand still between my thighs.
"Good," he said, satisfaction in his voice. "You listen so well. Put your hands at your sides."
I did, trembling with need. My body screamed for release, for touch, formore.
"That's what surrender feels like," he said, stepping closer. I could feel his heat at my back now. "You give me control. You show me what you need. And I decide when you get it."
His hand slid around my waist, pulling me back against him. He was hard against my lower back, and the knowledge that I affected him, too, made something inside me clench with need.
"The restraints are a choice," he said against my ear. "I could make you come right now with just my words. Make you stand here and touch yourself until you shatter. But I want to tie you down. I want you completely at my mercy. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you want that?" His hand splayed across my stomach possessively. "Do you trust me enough to bind you? To make you helpless?"
I should say no. I should keep some kind of control.
But I didn't want control. That's why I was here.
"Yes," I breathed. "I trust you."
"Then show me." He turned me to face the bench. "Bend over. Arms stretched out."
"Please," I heard myself say.
"Please, what?" His mouth was at my neck, lips tracing the tendon there. "Use your words, Ava. Tell me what you want."
"Touch me. More."
His fingers tightened on my nipples. It wasn’t quite pain, but intense enough to make me arch into his touch. "Like this?"
"Yes."
He did it again, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers, and I moaned.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you. I want to know every sound you make when I touch you."
One hand stayed on my breast while the other traced down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. He didn't rush, just traced where my thigh met my body, so close to where I needed him.
"You're already wet," he said, satisfaction in his voice. "Soaking through these. Do you want my fingers inside you, Ava?"
"God, yes."
"Not yet." He withdrew his hand, making me whimper. "The bench. Go stand beside it."
I obeyed, my breasts pressed against cool leather, arms extended. He secured my wrists first with the silk ties. They held firm but didn't bite into my skin. Then my ankles, spreading my legs and fastening them to the bench's base.
Completely exposed now, ass in the air, nothing hidden from his view. Instead of fear, all I felt was anticipation.
"Fucking perfect," he said, his voice rougher now. "Do you know how gorgeous you look like this? Bound and spread open for me?"
