Page 27 of Playing By His Rules

It wasn’t a polite request, but a precise order. The kind that would come with strict consequences if she didn’t obey. She figured she was already in for a spanking of some sort, and she didn’t want to compound her punishment. Well, maybe she did, once she knew if she enjoyed what he was about to deliver.

“I . . . umm, need help with the zipper,” she told him, and turned around so that her back was to Rick, then pulled her hair over her shoulder.

His warm fingers touched her neckline, and she couldn’t contain a shiver as they stroked down her spine, while the material of her dress parted, all the way down to the small of her back. Before she had the chance to shrug off the garment, he fisted a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, forcibly pulling her head back until his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Tell me, who is in charge in here tonight?” he demanded.

She swallowed hard, feeling an undeniable spark of desire spiral down to her pussy at his authoritative tone, and she moaned softly. “You are.”

“Yes, I am,” he murmured, his breath hot and damp against her neck. “And if you want to walk out of this playroom satisfied, then you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, and anything else I want to give to you. Do you understand?”

She tried to nod, but he held her hair in such a tight grip her head barely moved. “Yes.”

He released his hold and turned her around to face him again, a wicked smirk on his lips. “And if you’re disobedient, then you’ll go to bed with a huge, unfulfilled ache between your thighs, along with your arms restrained to your sides so you can’t do anything about it. So, it would be in your best interest to behave.”

“Yes . . . sir.” The word escaped her on a sultry exhale.

His eyes grew impossibly darker, and he arched a brow as his gaze zeroed in on her lips. “Be careful, sweetheart, because saying things like that only make me want to fuck your mouth again.”

God, the dirty, filthy things he said caused waves of heat to roll through her. Made her want to drop to her knees and please him exactly how he wanted.

He turned toward the armoire, his gaze on the contents. “Take off all your clothes and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he said, his tone almost business-like. “Right where those restraints are.”

During her initial inspection, Madison hadn’t seen any kind of straps on the bed, but sure enough, they were sewn securely onto the sheet, almost two feet apart. The fabric was thin and unobtrusive with a Velcro attachment, and Madison had no doubt they’d serve whatever purpose Rick had in mind.

While he selected a few things from the cupboard, she removed her heels, her dress, and her underwear, then assumed the position he’d requested, with the restraints on either side of her bent legs. Being the obedient female he expected, she quietly knelt on the mattress, staring straight ahead at the intricate designs on the headboard with her palms resting on her thighs . . . feeling exposed, but not vulnerable.

Soft, classical music filled the quiet in the room, and a few minutes later Rick stood by the side of the bed, placing some items on the nightstand. Out of the corner of her eye she saw what looked to be some kind of vibrating toy he’d taken out of its packaging, lube, cuffs, and a paddle. Nothing that seemed too nefarious, but she was certain the long, flat, firm strip of leather was going to hurt when he used it to spank her.

“God, you are such a beautiful temptation,” he said, his voice filled with a warmth and adoration that made her sit up straighter and her heart flutter in her chest at his praise.

He stroked a hand over her full, tight breast, squeezing gently before he twisted her stiff nipple between his fingers until she groaned at the twinge of pain, then did the same to the other one.

“You have such magnificent breasts and nipples that I want to suck until they ache, but tonight it’s your gorgeous ass that’s getting my attention.”

He picked up a pair of fur-lined cuffs. “Give me your wrists.”

She held them up without hesitation, letting him secure both of her hands before he attached a large clip onto one of the lower iron rods of the headboard so that her arms were restrained there.

“You can hold on to one of the iron loops if you need balance or leverage at any point,” he said, then positioned a large pillow, encased in black silk, right in front of her. “You might need that to rest your head on, or to scream into.”

He was being vague about what would give her reason to do either, but he obviously wanted her to be comfortable to some extent, which she appreciated.

He moved on to the bed behind her, and she squeaked in surprise as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her body backwards, the position stretching her arms above her head and forcing her spine to slope downward so that her hips were raised high.

Yeah, the pillow came in handy, and she pressed her cheek to the cool silk as Rick wrapped one of the straps around her upper calves right below the knee, then spread her other leg indecently wide as he fastened the other restraint in the same place. She was effectively secured to the bed, thighs pinned apart and her ass in the air so that Rick could seeeverythingin between, and while her heart began to gallop hard and fast in her chest, it wasn’t from fear or even shame. No, there was a sublime sense of freedom in letting go and giving Rick all control over her body and pleasure. And an even greater feeling of inhibition because she trusted him.

With her head turned toward the nightstand, she saw him walk back into her line of sight. He’d stripped down to his boxer briefs, and there was no mistaking the thick length of his erection filling out the front of his underwear. Clearly, trussing her up had aroused him as much as it did her.

He picked up the leather paddle and moved back toward the lower half of her body, still standing by the side of the bed. She bit back a moan as he gently stroked the soft leather strip across her backside and prepared herself to be disciplined.

“Five firm swats ought to be a fitting punishment for you running out on me this morning,” he said, lightly tapping the paddle against her ass and making the anticipation of what was about to come even more excruciating. “What do you think, Madison?”

Certain any kind of protest or argument would most likely add to her spankings, she agreed. “Yes, please . . . sir.”

He growled at the soft little catch in her voice as she obediently added “sir”, and she gasped as the first smack landed on her bottom, hard enough that her flesh stung and a rush of adrenaline rippled through her body. He followed that up with another swat that made her jerk from the impact, then a third that forced a cry from her lips as the initial tingling pain turned into a slow burn that spread lower, increasing her desire.

The fourth landed against the back of her thighs with a loudsmack, and while the paddle didn’t touch the sensitive flesh between her legs, the vibration of the spanking reminded her of the way he’d swatted her pussy last night . . . and how much she’d liked it. Her sex swelled and pulsed, and she could feel her own moisture coating her thighs as her arousal climbed to an overwhelming peak she couldn’t quite fall over without direct stimulation.

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