Brody was immediately behind me, his hand on my back keeping me in place. “This is a lovely position, but not quite where I want you.”
Firmly but gently, I was rearranged and pushed down onto the mattress until I lay on my front in the center of the bed with my face buried against the blankets. I felt the bed shift as Brody climbed up on the bed as well, letting the full weight of his body settle over me and pin me in place.
“This all right?” he asked, his breath ghosting hot and wet over my ear.
My blood was rushing through my head, and at first, I didn’t realize he’d even spoken. After he repeated the question, a little more insistently, I finally managed to gather my wits enough to answer.
“Yeah, it’s… it’s good. I’m good.”
He gave a pleased hum, the vibration tickling my ear and making me squirm.
“Let me know if that changes. If we’re going to keep playing like this, we’ll have to set up some better ground rules and a safe word. For now, I won’t go too hard on you, but just say “switch” if you want me to stop.”
“Switch?”
“Like kill-switch.. Basically, it means an emergency stop.”
I committed the word to memory, but was also certain I wouldn’t need to use it. In that moment, Brody could have done anything to me, and I would eagerly accept.
While Brody kept me pinned under his weight, the cotton rope was wound around my wrists and attached to the headboard. The knots were solid and unyielding, yet not too tight to injure me or cut off circulation.
Still lying on my front, I glanced at Brody over my shoulder. “You’ve done this before.”
His fingers threaded through my hair in an achingly gentle touch, like he was petting something precious and fragile. It was a stark contrast to the sensual tone in his voice as he whispered directly into my ear.
“I took the time to learn a little Shibari on one of my tours when we were stationed in a remote village in Japan. I’ve played rough before. It was fun, but my partners were never quite… enough to really satisfy, so I usually don’t bother suggesting things like this.” Slowly, he moved away from my ear and trailed his lips down the skin of my throat. “Think you can handle it?”
His teeth bit into the side of my neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. The sharp burst of pain made me scream, and my hips bucked. The thrashing caused my arousal to rub against the mattress below me, mixing pleasure with the pain.
I moaned when his teeth released me and collapsed against the bed as a tingling sensation danced up and down my spine.
“Yeah, I can take it,” I panted. “Please. More. I can definitely take it.”
Brody’s voice buzzed in my ear, though I was too blissed out to hear his specific words. Just the tone was enough. He was pleased by my answer, but also skeptical. He still wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth, and I couldn’t blame him for his hesitance. We hadn’t known each other that long in the grand scheme of things, but I had one advantage over him.
I had my memories back, and I knew for a fact just how much I could take.
Without warning, Brody’s hand came down hard on my ass. It was so sudden that I didn’t even feel the pain at first, but as the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room, my brain caught up with my body. The burn of his strike felt like it reached right down into my core and ignited a flame inside me. I moaned and angled my body to press back against his hand, trying to get more contact.
Brody carefully stroked the area he’d just struck, acting as though he were soothing my bruised flesh when really, he was just aggravating the already angry nerve endings.
“Maybe you can take it,” he mumbled before pinching that same spot.
I was going to have an impressive bruise on my ass when he was done, and we’d barely started.
My tongue already felt like it was tied in knots, so I didn’t bother trying to respond. I just buried my face against the mattress and nodded. I felt Brody moving around behind me but couldn’t see what he was doing. The only clue I had was his distracted mumbling.
“Too bad we didn’t plan ahead. With more time to prep, I could do so much more with you. Oh well. This’ll be enough for now.”
Enough?
He wasn’t’ stopping was he?
I got my answer soon enough. Using his knees, he spread my legs farther apart, and with one hand on the small of my back to keep me still, he roughly slid a lubed finger inside me.
Compared to the pain that still lingered around the abused spot on my ass, the stretch of one finger inside me was almostunnoticeable. Even the jolt of cold lube against my hot skin was more noticeable. I didn’t say anything, but Brody immediately picked up on my lack of response, and a second finger joined the first.
He slid his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them apart and stretching me open while the hand on my back still kept me pinned. I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward until his breath brushed against the tip of my ear.