Carrot and Coriander by Ashe Barker Page A

spanking last night and you managed not to faint. Add to that caning, whips, maybe a leather strap. I have a nice one of those, would suit you perfectly. I’ll tie you up, blindfold you, gag you sometimes. Any of that likely to be a problem?”
    Rachel struggled out of his arms and sat bolt upright on the bed, her knees tucked protectively under her chin. She glared at him.
    “Bloody hell. There’s a lot of difference between a playful slap on the bum, and being tied up, gagged and whipped.”
    Seemingly unfazed by her reaction, Callum made himself comfortable, his arms behind his head as he regarded her. She was struck by his air of patience, as though he anticipated her reaction and was simply waiting for her to calm down again. He must be satisfied she was listening and not just rejecting his words out of hand, as he continued.
    “There certainly is. But it’s a difference of degree. We’ll work up to the whips I think. And I promise you, the most wonderful things can happen to your body when you’re tied up, naked. And blindfolded. Your legs spread wide. And you’ll feel every stroke, intimately. No distractions you see. Shall we start with that?”
    Rachel knew she was staring. Couldn’t help it. No one, no one had ever spoken to her like this before. Made their intentions so explicit. And no one had ever, ever excited and aroused her like this gorgeous young man did. Moisture welled between her legs as he described what he might like to do to her—and soon, here, in her own bed.
    Her stomach clenched and her pussy quivered in anticipation. She was scared, definitely, but in a nice way. The sort of scared she remembered she once felt at the top of a rollercoaster at Alton Towers just before she was catapulted into spinning, swirling oblivion. Maybe he was offering her a similar ride. Christ, she hoped so.
    She knew she was in, committed. She was going for this, for him.
    “Shall we, Rachel? I’m going to tie you up. And blindfold you. Then you’re going to spread your legs for me, and I’ll do the rest. Do you trust me?”
    Rachel’s gaze locked on his, and she nodded, no hesitation now. She did trust him. She’d trusted him yesterday with her little boy, and she trusted him today with her body. He smiled, just the slightest quirk of his lips, before he leaned in to drop a light kiss on her mouth. Then he rolled off the bed and strolled over to the chest of drawers under the window.
    “Where do you keep your tights, Rachel?”
    “Second drawer down, on the left.”
    He didn’t reply, just bent to poke around in the drawer she’d indicated. He turned back to face her, two pairs of tights in his hands, one a pale ecru, and the other opaque black. She knew immediately which was to be pressed into service as a blindfold. Callum strolled casually back to the bed.
    “I’m going to leave your camisole on. It’s pretty, and I can see your breasts perfectly well through it. You have the perkiest nipples I’ve seen in a long time, by the way. Will you scream if I squeeze them, I wonder?” He shrugged. “We’ll soon know. Turn around please, and put your hands behind you.”
    Long seconds passed as Rachel sat, unmoving. Callum waited, watched her. Prayed silently that she wouldn’t bolt now, not at this stage. Intuitively he recognized the point at which he would have to press her, assert his authority. Just slightly, for now. He lifted one finger, pointed it upwards then swiveled it. The signal was clear, ‘Turn around. Now.” And at last, she did.
    Callum tied her wrists at the small of her back, moving quickly to get her in position before she had much more opportunity to think, to intellectualize. No good would come of further discussion right now. He needed to get her feeling, not thinking, and the sooner the better. A couple of rocking orgasms and her doubts would evaporate. He had to get past and around her mental blocks to reach the sensual woman lurking beneath. He fully intended to see that