afraid, but curious. And definitely interested.
What was a dominant guy to do? Challenge his charge, of course.
Clover clamps were out—too big and scary and the sensation would be too much for a novice. The sex-shop owner had suggested tweezer clamps instead. Helpfully, he’d given Bryce a quick demonstration. Bryce had chosen a pair with a beaded chain. He chuckled when the owner said he hoped Bryce’s lady would, “Wear it in good health.”
“Ready to play?” Bryce asked.
Christina sucked in her lower lip and nodded.
****
Bryce’s kiss had left her hot and ready, and she was eager to see what he planned. He pulled out what looked like a roll of shiny pink tape.
“That looks like it’s gonna hurt,” she said, unable to stop the quiver in her voice.
“Nah. Bondage tape is like plastic wrap...it only sticks to itself.” His grin was evil, but his words reassured.
She cast him a doubtful glance, but remembered how it felt to be tied with his shirt and swallowed. “Okay.”
He pulled the tape from the package and said, “First, choose a safe word.”
He had explained safe words in the car. She was supposed to pick a word, and use the word only if the scene became too intense. If she said her safe word, Bryce would stop. No questions asked.
Her mind went blank, gaze fixed on the roll of tape. “Ice cream.”
“Good choice,” he laughed. “Are you ready?”
Her heart flip-flopped. “Yes.”
He cut a ribbon of tape, pulled her up off the bed, and stepped behind her back.
“Christina,” his breath fanned across her upper back, “you are my hot little plaything from the moment this tape touches your skin. You will not speak without permission, you will answer every question and you will do everything I say.”
His fingers brushed against her skin, but she could not see him coil the tape around her wrists. He looped the flimsy plastic again and again until it became tight like rope and just as inescapable.
“Do you feel any tingling?”
She wiggled her fingers. “No.”
“Can you get out?”
She yanked. The tape stretched as if it would to break, but the give ended abruptly. The smooth plastic surface grew instantly hot and her skin dampened under her bind. “No.”
“Just no?”
She furrowed her brow, and then she remembered. In the scene, she was supposed to answer with his name. “No, Bryce.”
“That’s better.” He ran his hands up and down her shoulders. “Today, you will address me as sir.”
Ah, yes. Why did that detail curl her toes?
“Yes, sir.”
He shimmied her crumpled skirt down over her hips and repeated the motion, leaving her panties stretched at mid-thigh. Then, he disappeared from the mirror.
Christina heard the unmistakable rustle of fabric from behind. Her hair lifted in a whoosh of air and a blanket fluttered to the floor.
“Sanitary concerns,” he quipped as he smoothed out the wrinkles. “You never know who has been here before.”
His gesture struck her as thoughtful, but before she could get all warm and fuzzy he demanded she kneel.
She eased herself to her knees, glad the mirror was no longer in her line of sight. As sexy as she felt, as ready for his command as she was, she didn’t think she could handle seeing herself bound and prostrate.
Her throat dried with uncertainty as he cupped her chin and raised her face. He winked.
A warm pool of want spread through her chest. With Bryce, she’d be safe, no matter what.
“Face to the blanket,” he ordered in his cunny-slicking tone.
Her arms strained and the soft heat of the plastic tape slid along her back as she lowered her forehead to the ground. Breathing slow and even, she waited.
…and waited.
Her breath’s sound filled her mind as impatience gnawed. What the hell was he doing? She fought the urge to peek at his feet.
She wanted him to touch her, to slide his hot hands over her body and order her to open for him. She wanted to hear the low rumble of his voice giving her
What was a dominant guy to do? Challenge his charge, of course.
Clover clamps were out—too big and scary and the sensation would be too much for a novice. The sex-shop owner had suggested tweezer clamps instead. Helpfully, he’d given Bryce a quick demonstration. Bryce had chosen a pair with a beaded chain. He chuckled when the owner said he hoped Bryce’s lady would, “Wear it in good health.”
“Ready to play?” Bryce asked.
Christina sucked in her lower lip and nodded.
****
Bryce’s kiss had left her hot and ready, and she was eager to see what he planned. He pulled out what looked like a roll of shiny pink tape.
“That looks like it’s gonna hurt,” she said, unable to stop the quiver in her voice.
“Nah. Bondage tape is like plastic wrap...it only sticks to itself.” His grin was evil, but his words reassured.
She cast him a doubtful glance, but remembered how it felt to be tied with his shirt and swallowed. “Okay.”
He pulled the tape from the package and said, “First, choose a safe word.”
He had explained safe words in the car. She was supposed to pick a word, and use the word only if the scene became too intense. If she said her safe word, Bryce would stop. No questions asked.
Her mind went blank, gaze fixed on the roll of tape. “Ice cream.”
“Good choice,” he laughed. “Are you ready?”
Her heart flip-flopped. “Yes.”
He cut a ribbon of tape, pulled her up off the bed, and stepped behind her back.
“Christina,” his breath fanned across her upper back, “you are my hot little plaything from the moment this tape touches your skin. You will not speak without permission, you will answer every question and you will do everything I say.”
His fingers brushed against her skin, but she could not see him coil the tape around her wrists. He looped the flimsy plastic again and again until it became tight like rope and just as inescapable.
“Do you feel any tingling?”
She wiggled her fingers. “No.”
“Can you get out?”
She yanked. The tape stretched as if it would to break, but the give ended abruptly. The smooth plastic surface grew instantly hot and her skin dampened under her bind. “No.”
“Just no?”
She furrowed her brow, and then she remembered. In the scene, she was supposed to answer with his name. “No, Bryce.”
“That’s better.” He ran his hands up and down her shoulders. “Today, you will address me as sir.”
Ah, yes. Why did that detail curl her toes?
“Yes, sir.”
He shimmied her crumpled skirt down over her hips and repeated the motion, leaving her panties stretched at mid-thigh. Then, he disappeared from the mirror.
Christina heard the unmistakable rustle of fabric from behind. Her hair lifted in a whoosh of air and a blanket fluttered to the floor.
“Sanitary concerns,” he quipped as he smoothed out the wrinkles. “You never know who has been here before.”
His gesture struck her as thoughtful, but before she could get all warm and fuzzy he demanded she kneel.
She eased herself to her knees, glad the mirror was no longer in her line of sight. As sexy as she felt, as ready for his command as she was, she didn’t think she could handle seeing herself bound and prostrate.
Her throat dried with uncertainty as he cupped her chin and raised her face. He winked.
A warm pool of want spread through her chest. With Bryce, she’d be safe, no matter what.
“Face to the blanket,” he ordered in his cunny-slicking tone.
Her arms strained and the soft heat of the plastic tape slid along her back as she lowered her forehead to the ground. Breathing slow and even, she waited.
…and waited.
Her breath’s sound filled her mind as impatience gnawed. What the hell was he doing? She fought the urge to peek at his feet.
She wanted him to touch her, to slide his hot hands over her body and order her to open for him. She wanted to hear the low rumble of his voice giving her
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