Page 42 of Sinful Skulls
It’s small, like the one we just came from, but here there is a bedroom on the main level. I blush at the massage oils and small vibrator on the bedside table, but other than that the cabin looks fairly normal. There are a few erotic black and white photos on the wall, but …
My thoughts evaporate as soon as we reach the top of the stairs.
My mouth goes dry as I try to process what I’m seeing. It’s … it’s like the stuff I’ve seen online, but it’s right in front of my eyes, and crazier yet at my fingertips.
Brody places his hand on my bicep. “Breathe.”
“It’s … oh gosh, it’s so much.” My gaze races around the room.
“There’s a lot here, but we don’t have to try everything. I’m going to go unload the groceries we bought. Why don’t you look around? It might be nice for you to check everything out by yourself before we go through it together.”
Again, the kiss he places to my forehead makes me want to cry for some stupid reason.
As soon as he’s downstairs, I begin to walk around the room. It’s so overwhelming. Everything is black leather and chrome. The room is spotless, and the walls have a calming blue light that illuminates the implements hanging on them.
I wring my hands together. I’m just not sure how any of this works or if I’ll even like it.
This isn’t really what excites me. I mean, I’m sure it’s fun to use, but what I’m really craving is Brody. His hands. The power he exudes. I want him to control me, to overpower me.
I press my fist into my stomach. It still seems wrong. My parents taught me to be independent, so why would the thought of Brody dominating me make my stomach flip?
This is crazy. My hand runs across the bench in the room. I drop to my knees and drape myself over it, placing my feet and hands loosely in the cuffs. My eyes fall closed as I drop my head and rest my cheek against the smooth cool leather, imagining Brody standing behind me.
Several minutes later, I don’t have to imagine. His boots thud against each step, but I don’t move. He pauses at the top making me blush. My ass is right in his line of vision, and even though I’m dressed, it excites me. He clears his throat, letting me know he’s there. My fists clench in the restraints.
“Would you like me to secure you so you can get a feel for what it’s like to be restrained?”
I keep my eyes closed out of embarrassment when I answer. “Yes.”
He steps behind me, and I feel him tug at each of the binds at my ankles, pulling the straps snug. When he moves to my wrists, he stops to run his hand over my head. “You’re being such a good girl,” he praises.
If I could purr, that’s exactly what I would be doing right now. His praise feels like the sun on my face.
The final tug on my wrist sends my heart galloping. Oh my god. I’m completely at this man’s mercy. It’s terrifying and delicious at the same time.
“One of the first things we need to establish is a safe word. A word we’d only use outside of this room.”
“Apple,” I say quietly.
“That will work. If for any reason you cannot speak, you will tap me twice. Your hand will remain on me at all times when your mouth is busy. Do you understand?”
I nod, shivering at the possibilities of whatbusymight include.
“How do you feel right now?”
“Excited,” I answer without hesitation.
His deep chuckle holds a darkness I’ve never heard from Brody before. He stands behind me and palms my ass in his hands. A tiny moan leaves my throat.
“Did you wave this beautiful ass in my face because you wanted something?” He squeezes my cheeks almost painfully. My heart picks up slightly. “I think you wanted me to give it some attention.”
His hand slips between my thighs, and I jerk in the restraints.
“Does it want a few love taps?”
“Yes,” I hiss when his hands leave me. The first smack stings, and my stomach clenches hard.
“Another one?”
