Page 7 of Over the Line

“I’d like you to do as you’re told. Nothing more. Are you able to comfortably spread your legs a little farther apart?”

After she was more open to him, he slid a hand between her legs. Her response delighted him. “You’re damp, Sydney.”

He kept his hand still, but she moved her hips a bit, sliding herself against him. “I generally won’t mind if you come without permission. In fact, the more you orgasm, the more I get into the scene.” He lowered his voice to an inviting purr. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want you more aroused than you’ve ever been.” After she released a tiny moan, he pulled his hand away. Without giving her a chance to react, he spanked her there.

Crying out, she pitched forward slightly. He caught her and held her against him, liking the way they fit together.

For a moment, she stayed there before drawing in a deep breath and moving away. “That was unexpected.”

“Turtle?”

“Hell no.” She shook her head. “More like that, please.”

“Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”

He went inside. Brandy, a sub who regularly helped with house functions and parties, fetched him a blanket and two separate cuffs.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Sir.” She lowered her head.

When he returned, Sydney was still in the same place. She was shifting from side to side a bit nervously, but she’d yet to bail out of the scene. “Are you doing okay?”

“Feeling a little exposed,” she admitted. “Sir.”

“Seeing you when I came back outside pleased me.”

She exhaled. “Did it?” Her words were breathless.

“Indeed.” Was he affecting her as powerfully as she was impacting him? “Would you like to continue?”

“You don’t think that scared me off, do you? Sir?” The words were sassy and confident, but her voice wobbled, maybe betraying some nerves.

Interesting. “When you’re ready, walk over to the fence.” Then he scowled. “Are you okay in those shoes?”

“I could hike in them.”

We’ll see about that. “I’ll stay a step or two behind you so I can watch your bare buttocks move.”

The view was all he’d hoped for. Her every step was graceful, filled with sultry elegance. Despite her bravado, when she reached the edge of the paved patio, he took her elbow. After helping her over the uneven terrain, he draped the blanket over the top rail.

Without being told, she kicked off her shoes and leaned over the top rail, even remembering to spread her legs wide. Sydney Wallace definitely knew what she wanted. And, whether or not she recognized it, by having her beautifully curved ass upturned and waiting for his attention, she was also meeting his carnal needs.

“Use your safe word if it’s too much, your slow word if you’re uncomfortable or get a muscle cramp. We can get you readjusted.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Your choice—I can secure your legs in place, or I can cuff your wrists.”

She answered unhesitatingly. “I’d prefer you fasten my ankles so I can’t get away, Sir.”

Which meant that sometimes she attempted to do just that. “I’ll expect you to keep your hands in place.”

“Anything you say, Sir.”

He crouched to attach the cuffs, and he inhaled the heady scent of her muskiness. Keeping her turned on without letting her come was going to be exquisitely rewarding.

To test the bonds, he trailed his fingers up the insides of her thighs. She squirmed and pulled and yet she helplessly remained where he wanted her. Sometime in the future, he’d stick a plug up her ass too, to intensify her sensations. “I’m going to warm you up with a few spanks.” He fed the words into her ear. “Then I’ll make you beg for more.”

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