Page 6 of Restrain Me

“Yes,” I breathe. “I love it.”

“Good.” He hooks his arm around my waist. “Let’s start over here.”

Grant leads me over to one room visible behind the wall of glass. I can’t peel my eyes away from the scene taking place in front of me. “What is this…” I trail off, licking my lips as I stare at the woman who’s restrained with a red ball gag between her lips. It looks like some sort of weight bench with restraints at the top and bottom to secure her wrists and ankles, leaving her effectively at the mercy of her Dom.

“This is a scene,” Grant tells me. He’s standing behind me again, his palms running up and down the length of my arms, sending an electric spark with every teasingly gentle pass.

“Our room doesn’t have windows, right?” I ask, swallowing hard. I can’t help thinking about how every other room on this level looks like it’s facing the room with a large see-through glass window. I don’t mind watching others, but the idea of them watching me makes me more nervous than I already am.

“No, sweetheart,” Grant assures me. “Not tonight. Maybe one day, if you ask nicely, I’ll rent us one of these rooms so you can feel what it’s like to get fucked in front of a room full of strangers.”

I gulp as a rush of heat shoots down to my pussy. I can’t deny the way the idea turns me on, even if the logical part of my brain knows I don’t want that. At least not now. Still, the words bounce around in my brain, sending signals of lust straight down my spine and to my core. “Do you like the idea of that?” Grant asks. “Does the thought of being tied up in front of an audience turn you on?”

“Yes.” It does, without a doubt. It feels dirty and shameful, but I can’t deny how turned on I am at the thought of being the girl on the bed, completely restrained and vulnerable while a crowd watches me.

The Dom in the scene steps toward her. He’s holding something I’ve only seen in porn videos. A flogger, I think. As he runs the strips of leather over his palm, the restrained sub whimpers behind her gag. I watch in amazement as he pulls back and lets the leather smack against her bare ass. She shakes as it hits her, and little cries barely escape her mouth.

“And that?” Grant asks. His hands are traveling down to my hips now, holding me in place against him as he whispers the question in my ear. “Do you like the idea of being flogged?”

“I think so,” I whimper as the words leave me. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, sweetheart, but the pain is part of the pleasure.”

I can’t deny that, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about someone using the same device on me while I touched myself.

“Grant,” I pant his name, barely above a whisper, leaning back against him and grinding my ass against his cock. “Can we go to our room?”

“You’d like that, huh?” he says, his voice deepening, mouth against my ear. “You want me to take you back to our room and do all the dirty things you messaged me about, don’t you?”

My whole body is burning up, aching with indescribable need, desperate for Grant to fulfill his promises. “Yes,” I whisper, turning my head to look up at him. I sound needy, restless. But I can’t help it. I want him to use me in all the delicious ways we’ve dreamt up.

“Not yet,” he says, and then he steps back, removing the friction of his body against mine. I whimper as I spin around to face him fully. “I want you to see more. Come on.” He takes my hand in his strong one, pulling me along.

“No whining, Bailey,” he tells me, tugging me into his side so he can say the words low enough for just me to hear. “You’ll get rewarded, but you have to be a good girl first. Isn’t that what you promised me?”

“Yes.” I try not to sound pathetic, but not hard enough, which only serves to make Grant chuckle.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He brings me to a large window, looking in on a different scene. It’s another girl in bondage, wearing a leather belt, the light purple color contrasting against her dark skin. She’s bent over, her chest on the bed with her cheek pressed against the sheet while her hips lift high into the air. There’s a vibrator on her pussy, held in place by the leather belt. Her hands are tied together with another set of leather restraints. Unlike the last scene, she’s not gagged, which means I can see her mouth open as she moans.

The Dom in this scene comes up behind her. His cock is already out, long and hard. I watch as her mouth forms a perfect O as he pushes into her.

“Is this exactly the fantasy you described to me?” Grant questions. His fingers are back on my body, tracing delicate designs along my arms, causing goosebumps to rise on every inch of my skin.

“Yes.”

“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you like about this scene?”

Embarrassment threatens to rise, clogging my throat. But Grant’s hands move over my skin, and he leans in, his teeth gently dragging over my earlobe. “Tell me,” he demands.

“I like the leather,” I whisper.

“It matches your hair,” Grant muses. “Do you need a set of purple restraints?” There’s a teasing tone to the words, but I also think if I say yes, he’d buy them immediately.

“Maybe,” I say, and I can feel his lips curve into a smile as he presses a kiss against my neck. The action sends a shiver down my spine, all of my nerve endings lighting up in response, and suddenly, I feel desperate for more of his kisses. More affection. More of everything he has to offer me.

“What else,” he prods.

“The vibrator,” I say, humming as his lips drag along my skin, pulling a soft moan from my chest. “I want to try that.”

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