Page 105 of Unbind

‘It’s a spanking bench,’ I say in a quiet voice, watching her face for a reaction. ‘All it does is put you in the perfect position for me to spank you and do whatever else I like to you. The restraints mean you’ll be secured, but it also puts you more at my mercy, which I think and hope will give us both great pleasure. What do you think?’

I keep my face neutral—no mean feat, given the mere thought of having Nat naked and cuffed to that thing is wreaking havoc with my dick. I’ve fantasised about this ever since Cal sent me the floor plan for this place and asked me which room I’d like dibs on, but seeing Nat standing right next to it is another story.

‘I’d like to try it,’ she says, wriggling.

‘Are you imagining it right now—is that why you’re squirming?’ I ask.

‘Yeah,’ she confesses, looking up at me through her eyelashes. ‘I dunno—it just feels… exciting, knowing I won’t be able to move.’

I nod encouragingly. ‘It’s supposed to. I figured you’d be ready for this. You’ve let me tie you up before, and you’ve let me spank you. This is more of the same, just with the intensity ramped up. You should know that once I’ve got you upon this thing, you’re my little fuck toy, to do what I like with. Do you understand?’

She swallows as she nods, and I swear her eyes are growing glassier by the second. I fucking love that we both get off on this dynamic equally.

‘Tell me your safe word.’

‘Organza.’

‘Good. Curtains open or closed?’

Her eyes dart to the window. ‘Closed.’ She pauses. ‘For now.’

‘That’s my good girl. I’m going to blindfold you. It’ll help you submit to me and add to your sensory pleasure. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ She licks her lips, and the corners of my mouth curve up into a smile. I love all the facets of my girlfriend: her feistiness (with me, at least), her courage, her ambition, her extraordinary compassion, her softness when she chooses it. I’d never, ever want her to be a pushover. That would be boring as hell.

But when she opts to put herself in my hands, to shed her inhibitions and transform into a delectable, pliant kitten, it takes my breath away.

I slide a finger over her delicate collar bone. ‘Now, stand very still so I can admire my beautiful little toy while I take off your dress.’

62

NATALIE

Adam moves around me, and I shiver as his fingers brush the nape of my neck. He unzips my dress slowly. It falls to the floor, heavy with sequins, and I step carefully out of it.

‘Turn around.’

He may be the one calling the shots here, but I’ve never felt so potent as I do in this quiet room with every last ounce of this powerful man’s attention trained on me, every bit of desirefor me.

I stand before him in a black lace bra, matching suspender belt and fine fishnet stockings, all courtesy of a productive trip to La Perla yesterday with Adam. I’m still in my Chanel heels, but even so he towers above me.

I want to ask,like what you see?But the stark hunger on his face makes the question redundant.

‘Just perfect,’ he murmurs, and reaching around, he unhooks my bra. I shiver again as he slides the straps down my arms and the lace cups snag on my taut nipples. His white tie lies flat against his shirt, just the way I left it, and a dark curl has escaped his Twenties-style slicked-backhairdo. He is a sight for sore eyes, and he’s going to unleash himself on me at any moment.

He moves to stand next to the bench. ‘Now, sweetheart. This bench has been designed specifically for naughty girls just like you, who need to be punished and need to be fucked. I want you to watch me cuff you, and then I’ll put your blindfold on.’ He bends and slaps the main, upper padded part hard, and I jump. ‘Up you get.’

I approach the contraption with caution. He’s right—it’s not a huge departure from what we’ve already done—but there’s something about its very intentionality that has my heart thudding inside my rib cage. I place a knee on one of the lower sections. It looks like they’re adjustable, and they’ve been widened, presumably to give Adam as much access as he wants to my pussy. The thought of being tied down and spread open for him like this has my core pulsing.

Once I have both knees on, I hinge forward, lowering myself down onto its padded top. The leather smells old and rich, and its cold smoothness is heaven against my poor, taut nipples. It must be, what, a hundred years old? I wonder how many women have been bent over and cuffed and defiled on this thing. The stories it could tell.

I lay my forearms down on the front two sections and rest my forehead on the horseshoe-shaped front part of the main section—it’s not unlike the head rests you find on massage tables. Those kinky Victorians, or whoever made this, definitely knew what they were doing. This thing was ergonomic before it became a corporate buzzword. It’s perfectly designed to take my weight, to support me in this weird, prone, exposed position. The leather is slippery, but I suppose once the restraints are on, I’ll feel completely secure.

Good Lord. I really like this.

‘I cannot begin to tell you,’ Adam says, crouching behind me to fasten the big leather restraint around my right ankle, ‘how fucking delectable you look right now, sweetheart. Your holes are so enticing. They’reright there.The things I could do to this beautiful body of yours.’

‘You can do them all,’ I tell him, which is probably reckless, but I’m past caring. I want him to do all the things.

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