The view was all he’d hoped for. There was grace and sultry elegance in her every step. But when she reached the edge of the paved patio, he took her elbow. He helped her over the uneven terrain then draped the blanket over the rail.
Without being told, she kicked off her shoes and positioned herself, even remembering to spread her legs wide. No doubt this was a woman who knew what she wanted. And, whether or not she recognised it, by having her beautifully curved ass upturned and waiting for his attention she was already giving him what he wanted.
“Use your safe word if it’s too much, your slow word if you’re uncomfortable or get a muscle cramp. We can get you readjusted.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Your choice””I can secure your legs in place or I can cuff your wrists.”
She answered unhesitatingly. “I’d prefer you fasten my ankles so I can’t get away, Sir.”
“I’ll expect you to keep your hands wrapped around the bars.”
“Yes, of course, Sir.”
He crouched to attach the cuffs, and he inhaled the heady scent of her muskiness. Keeping her turned on without letting her come was going to be exquisite. To test the bonds, he trailed his fingers up the insides of her thighs. She squirmed and pulled and yet she helplessly remained where he wanted her. Sometime in the future, he’d stick a plug up her ass too, to intensity her sensations. “I’m going to warm you up with a few spanks,” he informed her. “Then I’ll make you beg for more.”
“You sound sure of yourself, Sir,” she said, her voice muffled.
“I am, Sydney.”
“You know, Sir, I have never begged for anything my entire life.”
“And you’ve never been spanked by me.”
