Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Do you have a name for her?” I ask.
“Penny. I named her at the shelter.”
“Oh? Tessa didn’t tell me.”
“Because I didn’t tell her. I kept it to myself. I didn’t think I’d ever see this baby again.” She picks Penny up once more and snuggles her against her cheek. “I love her so much.”
Again, I’m smiling.
As beautiful as Skye is, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful than she does at this moment.
I take Penny from her and usher her and Sasha out of the room and up the stairs.
“Braden,” Skye says.
I finger a few strands of her hair. “Hmm?”
“Take me to bed. Please.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
I don’t hesitate. I sweep her into my arms and march to the bedroom. The lights from the harbor illuminate the dark wood and bedding.
She meets my gaze, her own eyes smoldering.
“I’m yours,” she says. “Do whatever you want to me.”
My heart races. “That’s a tall order, Skye. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure.”
I lift my gaze to the contraption above the bed. “Anything?”
She nods, trembling. “What is that thing?”
“It’s no longer functional. It was a harness, where I could suspend a partner, but I found that sort of play wasn’t particularly enjoyable for me.”
“Oh? What about your partner?”
“Depended on the partner.”
Aretha enjoyed it, which is why I had the contraption installed. Some consider suspension play edge play. It creates a heightened sense of vulnerability and inescapability in the person suspended, and like all forms of bondage, it becomes mental as well as physical. I’ve found that I don’t like my partner to be quite so helpless. Partial suspension is another story altogether. I have no problem with that, but full suspension, if not handled with exacting care, can be dangerous.
I never want my partner in danger. I’m fine with her not having control, but with full suspension, I risk giving up some control over her safety as well.
Not on my watch.
“Why is it still there, then?” Skye asks.
“I just haven’t gotten around to having it removed yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I met a woman who invades my mind every fucking second.” I set her on the bed. “And all I can think about is all the dark and dirty things I want to do to her.”
She swallows.
“Did you like it when I bound your wrists?” I ask.
She nods.
“How about these?” I tug the chain between the clamps, my cock responding as much as her nipples. “Do you like these?”
She nods again, inhaling swiftly.
“Say yes, Skye.”
“Yes. I like them. A lot.”
“Did you like it when I covered your eyes?”
“Yes, Braden.”
“What else would you like me to do to you, Skye?”
She sucks in a breath. “Whatever you want.”
I raise my eyebrows. She’s learning more quickly than I anticipated.
She just gave me the perfect answer.
This sexual lifestyle that I enjoy is about what I want. My partner has the ability to say no, in which case I won’t get what I want. But I choose what we do and how we do it. And if we’re in sync—and I believe Skye and I are well on the way to synchrony—what I want will be what she wants.
I sit down on the bed next to her and finger the notches on the rungs of the headboard. “Do you know what these are?”
“No.”
“I had this headboard specially designed. I have bindings that secure here and here, and same on the footboard. They’ll hold you in place, all four of your limbs, render you completely helpless, Skye. What if I want to do that to you? Tie you up spread-eagle and then have my way with you?”
She doesn’t hesitate at all. “Then I want you to.”
I stand, walk to my highboy, open a drawer, and pull out a riding crop. The leather is cool against my palm. Already my cock is straining. I hold it in Skye’s view. “What if I want to use this all over your body while you’re tied up?”
“I want you to do it.”
Fuck. Already I feel the crop coming down on her pink flesh, the burning pain it will inflict, the hot pleasure it will morph into.
I set the crop down and pick up the stainless steel butt plug. “This is the anal plug I used on your body while you were blindfolded. What if I want to put this in your ass and then fuck you?”
She clears her throat. “I want you to.”
Excellent. She’s not ready for anal yet, so I won’t go there tonight. But her response shows me she’s serious about letting me control her in the bedroom.
I set down the plug, pick up a spider gag, and hold it, already imagining it strapped around her head, forcing those beautiful lips open. “This is a spider gag, Skye. Do you know what it’s for?”
“No.” Her voice is breathy.
“It holds your mouth open so I can fuck it. What if I want to use this tonight?”