Page 11 of For the Sub

What the fuck would he have done if she’d refused?

“You’re okay?” he asked.

“Happy.”

In all his years of playing with subs, he’d never heard that response.

Satisfied, yet oddly reluctant to leave her, he crossed to the wall and raised the hook a little, stretching her body taut, keeping her in place and wide open for him. “Does anything hurt overly much?” he asked as he returned to check her bonds and positioning.

“Not at all. I’m fine, Sir. Thank you.”

He walked around her, assessing her from every angle. “You’re absolutely stunning, Brandy.”

Her nipples were erect, as if begging for his touch.

Unable to resist her feminine allure, he rolled the pink flesh between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh, Sir.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she eased her head to one side.

“Look at me, beautiful Brandy,” he instructed.

When she had, he went on, “As much as possible, I want you to focus on me. Talk to me, communicate with me.” He wanted her lost, but in him, in them.

“Of course, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

He had no doubt. “Any preference in floggers?”

“Thuddy, Sir, if that’s okay. Not stingy.”

“So I can beat you for a good, long time?”

She squirmed, and his cock instantly hardened. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Her eyes were wide, and he read expectancy in the deep blue depths.

He and Brandy were more alike than he might have thought. What they had shared so far had merely whetted her appetite, as it had his.

And now he intended to bring her to the heights of ultimate pleasure…

More.

Because she hadn’t had a pleasure scene in years, Brandy was physically and emotionally turned on.

Even though he’d already been generous with his attentions and giving her orgasms, she wasn’t satiated.

Rather, it was as if he’d awakened her from a long sleep, and she was ravenous.

Master Niles had said he had no script, but her body had reacted to him as if they’d done this a dozen times in the past.

It wasn’t just the way he touched her, it was the urgency in his voice and his see-all expression.

On the hook, he’d pulled her tight, leaving little room to move.

Now, she was arched toward him, stretched like a bow, seeking his attention, ready for him.

Earlier this evening, she’d opened the door for his arrival at the Den.

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