Page 70 of Million Dollar High

She gasped. “But?—”

“No buts… besides yours, which I want up on the bed, bent over and displayed to me. Right now.”

The menace in his voice had her scrambling to obey. Kneeling, she rocked forward onto her hands and spread her knees.

Noah choked, then cursed fluently. “I can never get over how beautiful your pussy is.” He cleared his throat. “But you’re in the wrong position.”

He moved to the foot of the bed and tapped the carved metal in the middle. Puzzled, she crawled toward him and only then noticed that the velvet cloth contained a pair of handcuffs.

Oh shit. She was about to be gagged, handcuffed and whipped?

“Hold out your hands.”

Retreat never crossed her mind. Her trust in him when they were like this was implicit. Pressing her wrists together, she offered them to him. His mouth parted and that look she’d imagined on his face in the mirror this morning made a brief appearance. It evaporated as he pulled her forward and lowered her bound hands to the bed.

She’d thought his intricately carved bed had been made with aesthetic appreciation in mind. Now she knew it served a greater purpose. Little hoops and hooks had been worked into the design. He curled his finger into the handcuff link and pulled her to the middle of the bed. One little click and her wrists were immobilized to the bed.

He produced a key, which he pressed into her palm. “You hang onto this tightly, baby. You drop it only if things get too much and you want me to stop. Okay?”

Her eyes widened in alarm.

He shook his head. “No, this ‘stop’ halts whatever I’m doing to you right here.” His gaze dropped for a moment before pinning her again. “The second ‘stop’ comes without a gag. Understood?”

Her fist clenched over the key. “Yes, Noah.”

That look again. This time it lingered on his face. Her heart stopped as she tried to decipher it. But he turned away and grabbed the gag.

Slipping his hand around her nape, he held the black ball an inch from her mouth. “Open,” he rasped, his eyes darkening as he watched her mouth. Sensing his intense need to kiss her, she opened her mouth to beg him to do so. He inserted the ball in her mouth, choking her words. Palming the gag in place, hesecured the leather ties behind her head and climbed onto the bed.

The lights in the room dimmed, bringing the picture of her ravaged behind into sharp focus.

Again, she was struck with how stunningly Noah had depicted the image. Utterly captivated by it, she started when his stubble grazed her cheek.

“You know how many times I stroked myself off looking at that picture?” he asked in a low, deep voice.

She shook her head.

His husky laugh warmed her ear. “And you never will. Stand up.”

The first lash of the whip struck a second later.

Leia screamed. Her hands jerked against the cuffs. All she felt was pain, no pleasure. A second later, Noah’s hand cupped her breast and his fingers pulled at her nipple.

Oh, yes!

Pleasure exploded on the tails of the pain. She blinked back tears and sucked in desperate breaths. He released her breast and she twisted her head to watch him twirl the whip into his hand. The raw sexiness of it flooded her pussy with liquid heat.

He raised his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. The whip whistled through the air and her ass exploded in a trail of exquisite fire. The tip of the leather caught the edge of her pussy, and this time pain and pleasure screamed through her blood. Two more, then he stopped. His arms closed around her, and he caressed her body from shoulder to knees and back up again. Just as her heartbeat lowered to mere palpitations, he dropped to his knees and slid the whip between her legs. The scent of leather and arousal thickened in the air. Expertly, he maneuvered the whip. Her hips pumped in time to his rhythm, her orgasm building to combustive levels.

“Are you going to come on my whip, baby?”

Incoherent sound gurgled around the gag.

He increased the friction, mercilessly pushing her to the edge. Her vision blurred. As the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her body, she screamed. One strong arm propped her up through her convulsions, then lowered her to her knees. She was twitching through the last throes when another burst of fire streaked across her ass.

Electricity jolted through her body and her palm opened. She caught the key a second before it fell out of her hand. Squeaking with relief, she closed her fist around it then gave herself over to the sensation rippling through her.

Tears streamed down her face, caught the corner of her mouth and dribbled down to her chin. At some point, she’d forgotten to swallow and saliva had escaped.

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