“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?”
“Then I want you to.”
I narrow my gaze slightly. I don’t want to take her further than she’s truly ready to go. “Are you sure?”
“Braden,” she says, “let me be clear. I’m giving myself to you. I’m giving you the control you so desperately want. If you want to put a collar on me and lead me around on a leash like Sasha or Penny, do it. I’m yours.”
God, my cock is throbbing as I walk toward the bed. “For good this time? I get your control in this room?”
“Yes, Braden. I yield to you. I give up control.”
I groan, push her onto her back, lie on top of her, and dry-thrust my cock against her. “See how hard I am for you? See what you do to me? All these things I love to do, all these toys—I don’t even need them with you. All I need is your lush little body, your gorgeous parted lips, those luscious tits. Your control. But mostly I just need you, Skye. I can fuck you all damned night.”
She opens as I slide my lips against hers, push my tongue into her mouth. We’re still fully clothed, but I feel as though we’re already making love, our bodies already joined in that most intimate way. I deepen the kiss.
Emotion coils through me, beginning deep in my core and flashing outward.
I’m in love with her.
I’m in love with Skye.
How did this happen? How did she break through my barriers so quickly? So easily?
I break the kiss, gasp sharply, and give the chain between her breasts a hard yank. She arches her back. Then I grasp the fabric of her dress and rip it, tearing it from her body. So satisfying to rip the fabric, to bring her beautiful body into full view in such a powerful and animalistic way.
“Braden!”
“I already told you. I’ll have this dress remade as many times as it takes.”
Her nipples are red and hard from the nipple clamps that still grip them. Fuck, she’s hot. I could unclamp them, suck them, bite them…
But as much as I want to, I have other plans.
Only her black panties remain, and I’ll leave them on for now. A strip of black lace and nipple clamps—the only clothing she needs at the moment.
“Grip the rungs of the headboard, Skye,” I say, my voice low and dark.
I’m ready—so ready—to show her how I can please her in the dark. Not just the dark of night but the darker side of our sexuality and passion.
She doesn’t hesitate to obey. She grips the wood firmly.
“Don’t let go,” I command.
“I won’t.”
I rise, walk back to the highboy, choose a piece of rope, and return to the bed.
I show her the rope. “Nylon doesn’t cause rope burns.”
She nods as I deftly tie her wrists in place, using the notches on the rungs. She pulls against her restraints, most likely an involuntary move. Very common. But her pulling has no effect. She’s secure in my bindings.
I walk back to the highboy, grab a silk blindfold. When I return to the bed, I place the blindfold around Skye’s eyes.
“Do you remember the last time I took your sight?”
“Yes.”
“That was to heighten your other senses. But that’s not why I’m doing it this time.”
She doesn’t respond.
“This time, I’m taking it because I can. Because you’re giving it to me.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t move your arms. You can’t see. What else should I take from you?”
“Whatever you want, Braden.”
I yank the chain between her breasts once more. She arches into the sensation, her feet flat on the bed as her hips rise. She pulls against the restraints again, and this time it’s not voluntary.
She wants to touch me.
I allow my lips to curve into a smile I know she can’t see.
Oh, I want to touch her as well, but more than anything, I want her control. I want her to bend to my will.
We’ll both reap the rewards when she does.