Chapter Eight
Alexander ledher up onto the platform. “Stand against theposter.”
Trying not to squirm, Elizabeth tracked Alexander’s every movement as he returned to hiscabinet.
“It is extremely important for you to listen to me carefully, Elizabeth. You must do exactly as I say. If you cannot obey a command, either tell me immediately or use your safeword. Otherwise, you could end up hurt. Do youunderstand?”
She nodded, but a raised brow reminded her of his instructions. “Yes.”
“Very good.” He held up a black silk blindfold. “MayI?”
“Um.Yes.”
As the light in the room faded into nothingness, Elizabeth’s heartbeat skyrocketed. “OhGod.”
“Shhh. I’m right here.” As he smoothed his hands down her arms, she relaxed somewhat, but once his teeth nipped her lower lip, she shivered with need. “You are doing well, Elizabeth. Is the blindfoldcomfortable?”
“I...yes.”
Curling his fingers around her wrists, he pinned them behind her back. “Grasp the poster. Now, you must not move. Do you think you can keep your hands here or would you like me to bindyou?”
Elizabeth sputtered, “N-no, don’t, I don’t want...I can keepstill.”
Alexander cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly. “Take a deep breath, Elizabeth. Remember. One word and all of this stops. One single word. Say it for me now. Tell me youunderstand.”
I’m really doingthis.
“Red. I understand. I’m okay. Ithink.”
He chuckled. “You are doing very well,chérie. But now we begin. Everything that happens from now until we end our play, I control. You may, however, ask me for anything you want. I may or may not grant your request. Do youunderstand?”
“But, m-my s-safeword?”
“Will always stop everything. I speak only of any specific desires you have as we proceed. Relax, Elizabeth. Let yourself experience the sensations of my flogger against your skin.” Alexander trailed the suede from her neck, down her shoulder, all the way down to her breast. The faint touch of the tassels over her dress sent a shudder of pleasure throughher.
Would it hurt if he snapped the flogger against her skin? She imagined the falls tumbling over her nipple and her clitthrobbed.
A flood of dampness between her thighs had her shifting her feet. “Do not move, Elizabeth,” Alexander said, his tone commanding, but not harsh. “Two strikes. Very gentle. Relax your breathing forme.”
Elizabeth took a deep breath. His free hand rubbed her right thigh, below the hem of her dress. Up and down, warming, relaxing. Down again, over her knee, cupping the curve of hercalf.
“One,” he saidsharply.
The suede bit her thigh. She yelped and jerked her hips, but she kept her hands clasped around theposter.
“All right,Elizabeth?”
“I-yes.” In truth, she wasn’t sure. The ache between her legs had taken on a more demanding beat and her thigh stung with a delicious warmth she couldn’t callpain.
“Two.” The second strike landed on her left thigh, a twin to the first. Another jerk and the ache intensified. She couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped her lips. Alexander slid his hand from her hip, over her belly, up to cup her breast. With the faintest of touches, he skimmed hernipple.
“You were wonderful, Elizabeth. Will you indulge me for more?” He punctuated his question with his lips to herear.
She couldn’t think. Hell, she could barely breathe as he kissed his way down her neck. “Answer me, Elizabeth. Four more strikes orred?”
“C-can I have a m-minute?” she asked. She didn’t think her legs would hold her much longer, but heaven help her, she didn’t want this toend.
“Yes, ofcourse.”
