Page 18 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

It made her almost forget what she knew about him. How calm he was, how easygoing.

Pretty much the opposite of her. The kind of man who would want some peace in his life, who would see her as flaky and ridiculous.

“These are coming off.” He dropped to his knees but somehow still managed to be on the same level as her very excited nipples.

All of her pink parts were singing. She was going to have to replace the boy shorts because while the corset could be cleaned, she wasn’t sure she could do the same for the shorts. They were soaked through after his spanking had brought her to new heights of arousal.

He eased the shorts down her legs, his mouth so close to her breasts. It was maddening. He was right there.

Well, he’d told her she would be frustrated. When he’d mentioned edging, she’d gotten excited. It wasn’t something she’d tried before, but it sounded fun.

She might have to rethink the idea.

“I’ll leave you the shoes.”

It was good because without them she would be dangling. Still, she’d learned one lesson with him. When this man was in top space, she should rethink her sarcastic bent. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stood, and the bastard brought her shorts right up to his nose, breathing in the scent. “You liked your spanking.”

She was naked and bound. It was kind of everything she’d hoped for when she’d started this journey. To trust someone enough to try anything with him, to push all her boundaries. To take sex and her own pleasure seriously. “Yes, I did, Sir. Far more than I thought I would.”

“You’ve never been spanked? What kind of training program are they running here?”

The kind where her training Dom used to play with her. With dolls and on playground equipment. Jamie Murdoch was the sweetest guy, but he hadn’t put a lot of force behind his spankings. Which was weird since some of the other subs talked about what a hardass he could be. “I don’t think my training Dom thought I could handle anything rough. I like it rough.”

“You responded to it beautifully. I suspect you would like a lot of forms of impact play. Like flogging and paddling and getting a whip taken to your backside so you feel it all the next day.” Every word out of his mouth was pure seduction. “If you were my submissive, I would train you all over again. I would make sure you understood every single filthy thing I want to do to you now that I have you wrapped in my ropes.”

She felt her nipples tighten. “I think you should show me, Sir.”

His lips curled up in the sexiest smirk. “I think you’re right. We should begin.”

An hour later, Daisy was absolutely certain she was going to die. “Sir, please. Please.”

“I am pleased,” he replied, holding the vibrator in his hand and watching as she writhed on the bench.

He’d started his torture with a damn feather. He’d run it over her skin, leaving a trail of arousal everywhere he’d gone. He’d balanced it with a violet wand, sparking it across her skin and making her squirm. Every now and then he would touch the wand to her nipples, and she would bite back a scream. Then he would lean over and lick her and she would forget to breathe.

After a while, he’d brought her off the hook and tied her to the bench, her ass in the air and leaving her so fucking vulnerable to him. That was when he’d brought out the cane. It had been flexible and thin, and it had cracked over her like a revelation.

He would give her a few swats and then the man dropped to his knees and gave her a few licks. With his tongue. On her pussy. He would lick her until she was so close to heaven and then she would feel him move away and the pain would flare over her skin and he would start the process all over again.

And again.

And again.

After a while on the bench, he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing and moved her over to the bed.

Then he’d brought out the vibrator.

“I’m very pleased, love,” Nate said, his fingers trailing down her torso. He circled her right nipple before giving it a nasty tweak. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you.”

“You could give me more.” She’d been on the edge of orgasm more times than she could count. Every time she thought she would go off, he pulled away. Like he knew. Like he truly saw her. Like they were connected somehow.

He flicked the body wand on, the sound making her pussy clench. He stared at her for a moment as though memorizing the way her body looked, how it felt to be in this moment.

Needy. Wanton. Anticipation filling her whole world.

This was what she’d needed for so long, and now that she had it she wondered how she was ever going to live without it.

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