His silence stretches half a beat—and then, hedoes.
His kiss lands like fire—deep and claiming, not asking, not tentative. My breath stutters in my throat. His lips are soft but demanding, and the second I open for him, he swallows the moan that slips out.
Welp.There goes the plan.
My body arches into him before I can stop it. My thighs clench, my wrists still loosely tied. I’m burning. Unraveling.
He flips me over with dizzying ease, like I weigh nothing. My stomach presses into the mattress, and the rough sheets drag across my nipples, making me gasp.
“Well,” he murmurs darkly, “now it’s time to pay for your misdeeds, baby.”
Smack.
His palm lands clean and sharp on my ass.
I gasp—startled,then breathless. It’s not pain. It’s… electricity. A bright, perfect jolt that surges straight through me and settles low in my belly.
My whole body tightens in response.
There’s a pause. I hear the sound of a zipper. A latch. A soft, decisive click.
“What’s that?” I ask, voice gone breathy.
He’s quiet for a second. I swear I can hear his smile.
“I brought a fun box for us to play with. Just a few toys. And the mask…of course. I’ll put that on now.”
Holyshit.
Something cool and smooth presses against the small of my back. I squirm, trying to see, but the blindfold stays firm, holding me in this space—dark, heightened, helpless in the best way.
He trails something along my thigh. It’s firm… maybe leather? The edge drags up to the swell of my ass, and my skintingleseverywhere it passes.
“I need to know something,” he says, his voice low, near my shoulder. “Have you ever been punished like this before?”
“No,” I whisper.
He makes a thoughtful noise. “Hmm. Well. You’re about to find out what happens to bad little goddesses.”
Anothersmack—softer this time. A tease. Then another.
I moan into the sheets, thighs twitching.
“Mmm. I love being bad.”
“Good girl.”
He cups my ass with both hands, kneading, then spreading me open. I suck in a breath. I’ve never felt soexposed.So completely seen.
“I brought a few things to try,” he murmurs. “Would you like to pick… or trust me?”
My heart is racing, but my voice is sure. “Trust you.”
His growl is low and approving. “That’s my girl.”
The bed shifts as he moves behind me. Then?—
Something brushes my thigh. Soft. Barely there.
