Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

His smug smile matched the sparkle in his eyes. “Shoot, you mean you don’t think I’m a pervert anymore?”

“After what we’ve done already, if you’re perverted then you’re the pot and I’m the kettle.”

Chuckling, Sam led her inside. The wider her eyes got, the lower her jaw dropped. “Holy crap.”

She stopped in the middle of the room and did a complete circle standing in place, taking in the glass fronted cabinets on one wall, one displaying a variety of dildos and butt plugs, and another containing a variety of leather and latex hoods and ball gags.

He didn’t say a word or move a muscle as she slowly wandered around the room.

Her palm skidded lightly over the padded leather bench that resembled a sawhorse. And again over the St. Andrew’s cross that stood against the far wall. But the purpose of the strange padded leather bench that resembled something from either her gynecologist’s office or a sci fi medical bay wasn’t as obvious.

If she’d seen this room before she’d agreed to his accord, she would have thought twice about knocking on his door that night. And here she’d thought she was so liberal, so open-minded. So daring for having gone down on Tony on the ferry. She was a rank amateur compared to Sam.

She peered in to examine the erotic carvings on the end posts of the bed, her gaze lingering on the hooks and restraints mounted high and low. When she paused in front of the whips and floggers arranged in patterns worthy of a medieval castle, she touched the carved handle of one of the paddles mounted on the wall and flicked the ends of a leather flogger with one finger.

“When you did your training, did Thalia use a flogger or whip on you?” She still couldn’t picture him allowing himself to be beaten.

“Yes. I’d never ask you-someone,” he amended, “to do something I haven’t done myself.” He took a step closer. Then another until he was standing directly in front of her. “That’s why I’m a stickler about safe words and slow words being used. And why our members have to fill out contracts with other members before they engage in any play so they’ll know exactly what their partner will or won’t allow.”

“It sounds so…businesslike. So detached.”

“Not between us, baby.” He cupped her jaw with his palm. “I don’t know what you do to me, but it’s more than sex with you, Rosie. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you. You don’t want me to do anything just tell me no, and I’ll stop.”

She knew he would too. “Would you show me? Teach me?”

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Cochino.”

Before she’d finished the word, he reached back to the door and flipped a switch to set the lock. When he spoke, his voice was a rough growl. “Take off your clothes, Princesa.”

Thirty seconds later, she stood in the middle of the room completely naked, her clothes in a heap by her feet.

“See that bench?” He pointed to what looked like a wide padded sawhorse with leather restraints on each leg. “Lean over it. Face down.”

“What is this thing?” Butterflies jumped in her stomach as she positioned herself against the cold surface. She’d never felt so exposed. Especially when he nudged her legs apart and fastened her wrists and ankles into the restraints. Considering the way her ass was high in the air, it didn’t take much imagination. But was he going to fuck her pussy or her ass, the way he’d wanted to the night before?

He squatted down in front of her. “Why don’t you tell me what you think it’s for?”

“Um, so you can fuck me?”

A bright grin flashed across his face. “That’s one side use, yes.” His grin faded as he cupped her jaw in one hand. “But it’s not fucking when I’m with you, Rosie. It never has been.”

Did that mean he loved her?

He broke the connection by standing up and moving out of her line of sight. “As to your question, this is a spanking bench, Princesa. I use it when I have to punish my partner because they’ve disobeyed me.” She jerked when he slapped first one ass cheek then the other.

“ЎCabrуn!” Damn, her ass stung.

“That’s for believing Lee-Anne instead of trusting me.”

His hand struck twice more. He cooled the building heat by smoothing his palm over what had to be reddening flesh. It flared back up again when he trailed his fingers between thighs and tickled her clit. She squirmed at the building sensation. “That’s for taking the butt plug out last night when you’d promised to leave it in.”

The teasing stopped, and she cursed under her breath, but her pussy pulsed in anticipation of what might come next. It wasn’t what she expected.

Instead of fucking her, Sam crouched down in front of her, holding up a paddle with holes in it. “I should be using this on you for what you put me through last night.”

“But you’re not?” Please, don’t use it, that sucker looked like it would hurt.

He reached behind him and pulled out what looked like a whip. “I could also use a single tail-I’m a pretty good hand with them.”

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “No. No whips.”

Multiple tails tickled the back of her thighs, were dragged across her back. She opened her eyes and discovered he’d moved behind her again.

“What about my flogger, Princesa? Would you like to meet one of them? I’ve got rabbit skin and deerskin and moose hide. Do you think you might like to try one of them today?”

“No. I don’t think so.” Her breath came in short gasps, partly because of her stomach being pressed into the bench, but partly from…damn, she wasn’t afraid, she was excited.

His fingers played with her labia. “You’re wet for me already. I think you like the idea of being punished. I think you find it exciting.”

“You’re crazy.” Her hips arched against his touch, trying to force them over her pulsing bundle of nerves, needing him buried inside her.

“Yeah, you’re ready for me, Princesa, and I’ve barely had to touch you.”

She nearly screeched in frustration when he withdrew from her. A cupboard door opened. What was he doing? What was he planning?

“Last night you judged me guilty without a fair hearing. I think I deserve some recompense, don’t you?”

“I take it I don’t get a say in how you plan to extract your pound of flesh?”

He chuckled-but there was very little humor within it. “You gave up that right when you believed Lee-Anne instead of me.”

Something cold and hard slid into her vagina. Damn it, a dildo? It started vibrating, teasing her deep inside, driving her crazy. She wanted him inside her, not some damned toy.

His breath was hot on her neck when he leaned over to whisper, “Don’t forget, you can’t come until I give you permission, Princesa.”

Ah, fuck! Her breath came in short gasps as she tried to stop the building orgasm. “That’s it, Princesa. Fight it until I get in there too.”

Too?

Something ripped. Good! A condom, that meant she wouldn’t have to wait long. But to her surprise, a cool liquid drizzled on the small of her back. She shivered. “That’s cold.”

“It won’t be for long.”

What was his game? His intentions became obvious seconds later when his fingers trailed the liquid around her anus. One finger breached her opening. Then another. Damn, it felt too good pressing the thin membrane against the vibrations.

Her hips thrust back as far as they could against the restraints, rotating into his impalement, her pussy throbbing. “Please, Sam, let me come.”

“Not yet, baby.” After he’d let her adjust, he removed his fingers. Moments later, the head of his cock butted against her rear entrance.

“Necesito sentirte. I need to feel you inside me when I come, Sam. Please.”