Relaxing, I step back. “Explore the room, siren.”
If she’s wondering what the hell I was doing with her neck, she doesn’t ask. Instead, she slowly turns and begins to move around the room. Her movements are sultry and enticing, yet I know somehow, they aren’t intentional. She isn’t trying to seduce—this is simply how she moves.
She walks to the bed, set on a platform in the center of the room, with four posts to attach restraints or spreader bars. Then she goes to the leather sex bench and runs a graceful hand over the top pad. Next, she touches the sex swing in the corner that’s beside the St. Andrews Cross. Finally, she goes to the shelves of toys and stares at them. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs. Nipple clamps, items for wax play, electrostimulation play, and more. All of them brand-new.
Underneath the shelves is a chest of drawers filled with BDSM-type implements if that’s what my partner is into—paddles, floggers, ball gags…you name it, it’s there.
I’ve tried most kinks, with the exception of any that fall into the illegal category. My partner’s kink might not be the one that gets me off, but if it’s what she wants and is into, I can give her pleasure however she needs and wants.
My siren turns and studies something that sits on the floor. “What’s that?” she asks in a breathy tone.
I can no longer stand the distance between us, so I go over to her and grip her waist, pulling her back flush against my front. My cock aches and throbs as it presses into her, already knowing that sinking into her wet heat is going to be next level.
She melts into me.
Her nipples are begging to be touched, so I lightly brush a thumb over one, and she gasps, arching into my touch.
So responsive. So fucking perfect.
I lightly pinch and roll the taut bud between my fingers, and her moan is low and guttural.
She’ll be magnificent to fuck.
“That,” I breathe into her ear, the leather of my mask rubbing against her flushed skin, “is a Sybian Saddle.”
“What…” She gasps as I taunt her nipple. “What does it do?”
“I’ll attach a vibrator—my preference is the largest one you can handle,” I speak as if this will happen, because I’ll sell my soul to make it happen. “And you ride it. But the goal isn’t just one orgasm…it’s as many as I can force out of you.”
She wets her lips and squirms under my hold.
“Ready, siren?” She nods without hesitation, and my smile grows filthy. “Then let’s begin.”
Chapter 8
Army
Sheturnstofaceme. In the dim, flickering light, I can’t tell the color of her eyes, but they’re wide and luminous. Filled with lust and need.
I take a step back, and she moves to follow until I shake my head. She stays put, obeying my unspoken command, even though a flash of uncertainty and doubt moves through her eyes.
“Good girl,” I praise. “I want you to follow my commands. I want you to submit to me.” Her tension eases as she visibly relaxes. “You want me to be in control?”
Her chest heaves, pushing those spectacular tits toward me. “Yes.”
But there’s uncertainty in that one word.
“You’re in control,” I reassure her. “Use your safe word for anything I do or order you to do that you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with.”
“Lotus,” she whispers and licks her lips.
The tattoo over my heart feels like it’s pumping full of blood, but I don’t focus on that.
“Are you using your safe word right now?” I ask, just to be sure. She quickly shakes her head. “Alright, siren. Undress for me.”
She reaches behind her to untie the neck of her dress. Once it’s undone, the black silk flutters down to pool at her feet, revealing the naked, exquisite creature hidden underneath.
Lush, high breasts with a beauty mark above her left nipple. A nipped-in waist, the soft flare of curvy hips, and an ass made for spanking.
