Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Come with me, and you’ll find out.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I put my hand in his, lock my door behind me, and follow him to his room.
I spent the night here last night.
The covers are turned down, and one red rose lies on the pillow where I slept. I walk toward it, not waiting for any kind of permission, bring the flower to my nose, and inhale its sweetness.
“How did you know roses are my favorite?”
“I didn’t. I’m glad they are.”
“Mmm.” I inhale the sweet fragrance again.
“Does the ghost in your room still frighten you?” he asks.
“No.”
“Good, because there’s a ghost in this room as well. And we’re both going to fuck you tonight.”
I widen my eyes as my pulse goes into overtime. Something coils in my gut. Is it fear? Or is it desire?
Or is it a combination of both, with underlying raw and aching need?
“I don’t have any bindings here, Mary, so the ghost will bind you. You’ll be able to feel the silk around your wrists. The straps will hold your hands above your head, attaching you to the rungs of the headboard.”
“But—” I stop abruptly. I was going to point out that the headboard has no rungs, but he’s creating a fantasy for me. A scene.
And although I’m still a bit apprehensive about scenes, I want more than anything to play along. I want to be with Ronan.
I want to be here.
I want to see what it’s like to be his submissive. For the first time in a long time, I want to submit. I feel my sexual fire coming back.
“Take off your robe, Mary.”
I obey, untying the belt, parting the plush terrycloth, letting it fall from my shoulders into a white heap around my feet.
“Now lie on the bed, your hands above you, clasping them together.”
I walk to the bed, lie down on the cool and crisp white cotton sheet, goose bumps erupting on my skin. I raise my hands above me, clasping them together.
“Feel the silk against your wrists, Mary. The ghost is binding your wrists.”
I close my eyes, concentrate, and yes… The wisp of cool silk against my wrists. I feel it.
“Open your eyes,” Ronan commands. “Do you see him?”
“No.”
“If you concentrate, you may catch a glimpse of him. If you don’t, that’s okay. He’s going to secure your wrists to the headboard now. You won’t be able to move your arms at that point. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready, Ronan.”
“Concentrate,” he says, his deep voice hypnotic. “You’ll feel him secure you to the headboard. You can try to move, but you won’t be able to.”
“Yes, sir.”
I close my eyes again, concentrate, and then—I know it’s my imagination, but—
A soft click.
Soft click of a leather binding being secured to the headboard.
I let a smile spread across my lips.
“Very good,” Ronan says. “Very. Good.”
He comes back with a silk handkerchief. “I’m going to blindfold you now, Mary. That way, you won’t know whether it’s me or the ghost tantalizing you.”
I close my eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
The coolness of the silk floats over my eyes, and I lift my head so he can tie it behind me.
My arms don’t move. They are secure.
Ronan’s lips brush over mine. “No talking,” he whispers. “Unless it’s to say your safe word. Can you tell me what that is?”
“Tesla,” I say softly.
“Good. That’s the only word I want to hear come out of your mouth. You may moan, shriek, any nonverbal communication. But no speaking unless you need to say your safe word. But already I know you won’t need to use it.”
I sink into the cool sheets, my sight taken from me, my wrists bound and my arms secured above my head.
Will he secure my feet? I don’t know, and I can’t ask. I’m submitting to him. Allowing him to take my sense of sight, allowing him to bind me by his sheer will alone.
A sliver of apprehension glides through me, but it is quickly replaced by pure arousal. Already I can feel my pussy getting wet, getting ready for him.
“I don’t normally share my submissives, Mary, but I’ve known this ghost for a long time.”
I simply nod, playing along.
“He will only do what I allow him to do to you. And I know you will be pleased.”
Something cold touches the tip of one nipple.
I recognize the feeling. It’s an ice cube.
“Such beautiful tits you have, Blossom.”
My submissive name. Blossom.
Funny. I like it better when he calls me Mary.
My nipples are hard, so hard.
“Have you ever had both of your nipples sucked at the same time?”
I shake my head, careful not to use words.
“You will tonight.”
The ice cube trails to my other breast, swirls around my other nipple. I gasp at the coldness. I want lips on them. Teeth biting on them, tugging at them. I want them twisted hard. If only Ronan had some nipple clamps here at the Cornstalk Hotel. But that will no doubt have to wait until we get back to New York.