Page 133 of Enthrall
I slipped off my thong, allowing it to drop to my ankles, and he rescued my underwear from the floor then tucked them in his trouser pocket. With a nod, he ordered me over to the table. He took his time to roll up each shirt sleeve.
A tilt of his head. “Need I tell you again?”
I approached the table and, with both hands, gripped the edge.
This man was proud, complex, and oh so beautiful, and I was about to witness what he was capable of.
What I was capable of.
Richard pulled me back so that my buttocks shifted out a little from the table, readying me.
“I want to look at you.” He arched my spine and prized my cheeks apart. “Beautiful arse, Mia.” He rimmed the puckered hole with a fingertip. “One day I’ll fuck you here.”
My grip tightened on the edge.
He slapped my buttock. “But not today.”
The dull ache between my thighs made me swoon as the sting lingered. With a firm grip, he shifted my butt higher and forced me to arch my back farther. “Part your legs. Yes, like that. Good. What is to follow has been deemed that which you deserve.” He traced a fingertip along the spine of my corset and then gathered locks of hair, twisting it around his hand. “Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
He raised my chin.
“Yes, sir,” I said quickly.
“Better.”
This yearning for him was so intense, a desire to please in any way he wanted. I was a slave to him, to his love, and willingly gave myself over.
“Wrists together,” he said.
He showed a pair of handcuffs and swiftly secured my wrists within each band and snapped them shut. Shocked and excited by this confinement, my heart raced and blood thundered in my ears. He’d stepped away from my line of sight, forcing me to endure being bound and exposed while my anticipation built. Richard grabbed the bar between my handcuffs and dragged me farther down, straining my arms out in front of me and securing them to the silver chains at the end.
“This perfect ass is begging to be spanked.” He slapped me hard. “All in good time.” His hand slid between my thighs, caressing my cleft and exploring farther, fingering me.
Groaning, I rocked my hips against his hand.
“Did I give you permission to move?” He withdrew his fingers.
I groaned my disappointment. “No, sir.”
“Lift your head.” He eased those moist fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
My lips quivered as I tasted myself and a wave of pleasure flooded my groin. Another moan escaped me and I dragged my teeth along his fingers as he pulled them out of my mouth.
“This flirting with clients must cease.”
I turned my head toward him to protest.
He slapped my buttock hard. “You were going to say something?”
“No, sir.”
“Do not speak without permission. Understand?”
I buried my face between my arms.
“This is a cat-o-nine-tails.” Richard grasped a fist of my hair and raised my head so I could see it. “Is it a suitable punishment?” he asked. “You may answer.”
