Page 18 of Night Wedding
She chewed her bottom lip and averted her gaze. “No. Everything’s fine.”
Fine. I knew little about women but enough to understand that fine usually didn’t mean that at all.
“You seem a little tense.” I cocked my head. “Does it have anything to do with Diana?”
Nova’s lips twitched downward. “I’m not thrilled about her being here.” She raised her chin and then walked toward me, easing me backwards onto her bed. “But I don’t want to talk about her now. Not when we can do so many other enjoyable things.”
A jolt of excitement rushed through me at her suggestive tone and touch. “That sounds like a much better idea.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
Nova stepped back and raised her finger. “Ah, not yet. I have something else in mind.” She walked out of the bedroom, pausing to add, “Be right back.” The sultry promise in her words lingered long after she left the room.
All sorts of fantasies spun at what Nova might have been contemplating. New lingerie? That would be hot. The striptease the other night was hot even though it ended up with me turning into an insatiable beast at the tease of her blood.
When she returned to the bedroom, she was wearing a short, skin-tight leather dress with countless buckles and a mask that covered her eyes. She was holding a black paddle and cuffs. I blinked at her. Hell, it was hot yet discombobulating.
“Want to play, big boy?” She raised the paddle.
What in all the funky monkeys? “Umm…”
She leaned forward, squeezing her breasts together. “Do you want to get kinky?” she purred.
I was all for a little bondage, but something seemed off. If this was her secret fantasy, then hell, sure. I’d bring her desires to life.
“Yeah, baby.” Why didn’t it feel right?
She guided me to the bed. “Why don’t we start with tying you up and blindfolding you?”
I swallowed. “Okay.” I stripped down until I was naked and then climbed onto her bed.
She put the mask over my eyes. “On your stomach.”
I rolled over, and she restrained my wrists and ankles to the bed posts.
With my vision gone, my other senses heightened with anticipation.
“You’re a bad boy. And I’m going to punish you.”
Her tone sounded forced. Maybe she was nervous.
She hit me with the paddle on my ass, or more like tapped it. Her touch was so light, I barely felt a thing.
I’d go for it for her and hope to relax her unease. “Oh yeah, I’ve been bad. You’ll have to punish me harder.” Damn, I sounded like I was auditioning for bad porn.
“Yes, sobaaad,” she agreed.
She thwacked me so hard, my body lurched off the bed, and I screeched at a high, very unmanly pitch.
“Are you okay, Diego?” she asked with concern.
“Hold up, take this off me, please.”
She removed the mask. While she was unfastening the cuffs, I asked, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She rolled one shoulder. “I just thought we’d have a little fun.” She avoided eye contact.
“Is this something you’ve wanted to try?”
She squeezed her lips together. “Umm, not particularly.”
