Her mouth went dry, and she took a half stepback.
“Touch it, Elizabeth.” The gentleness in his tone calmed her. He wouldn’t force her. She held out her hand, and he laid the implement carefully in her palm. “Touch it. Slap it against your hand a time or two. Learn itsfeel.”
She obeyed. The suede tickled her skin. Something about the flogger intrigued her. Alexander took it from her and held it close to her cheek. “MayI?”
Shenodded.
“Verbal responses, Elizabeth.Remember?”
“I’m sorry.Yes.”
“Yes what? I may touchyou?”
“Yes. You can touch me. With that.” Her voice trembled, but she wasn’t frightened. Nervous perhaps, but notfrightened.
“You know what it is. Say it.” Alexander stepped close enough for his heat to seep intoher.
She swallowed hard over the lump in her throat. “You can touch me with your...flogger.” The last word was barely awhisper.
He smiled. The suede feathered gently over her cheek. The tassels followed the curve of her neck, across her throat, and back up towards her ear. She shivered, and the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs throbbeduncomfortably.
“Very good, Elizabeth. Would you trust me with more ofyou?”
“Explain,” shemanaged.
“I would like to show you what it is to submit to me. If you trust me, I would like to use this on you. You would remain fully clothed, as would I. There would be no marks. You would not be harmed in any way. Will you allowit?”
Elizabeth chewed on the inside of her cheek again. The spot was raw, and the hint of pain wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Alexander cupped her cheek and smoothed his thumb over her lips. She sucked in a breath and closed the small distance between them. Her nipples ached for his touch. If she didn’t kiss him again in the next few moments, she wasn’t sure she could survive. Her tongue darted out, and she nipped histhumb.
“Not yet,chérie,” he chided. “You must decide. Right now. Will you submit to me? Or do we end theevening?”
“I want you. It has to be...your way?” She reached for the buttons of his shirt and had loosened two of them before he captured one of her wrists and pinned her arm behind her back. His grip was firm, but not painful. Every tiny hair on the nape of her neck stood on end, and she feared the thin scrap of lace between her thighs wouldn’t contain her desire muchlonger.
“Yes.”
“We can’t just have sex.” She ground her hips againsthim.
Alexander stifled a groan. “Not in the traditional manner, no. Not tonight. Although I believe you would derive pleasure from our play, as wouldI.”
She wasn’t sure her legs could sustain her weight. She needed him to kiss her again. The bulge of his cock pressed against her. “Trust me, Elizabeth. Let me show you what pleasureis.”
“God. Yes. Please. I can’t stay in this room with you another minuteotherwise.”
Alexander’s eyes lit up. He tossed the flogger onto the bed and released her. The loss of his controlling touch left herunsteady.
“You remember yoursafeword?”
“Red.”
