Fiend by Rachael Orman

down the hall. If I didn’t know what she’d been through I’d think she was simply enjoying the voyeurism of having someone watching them, but there was a lot more under the surface when it came to her.
    “How are you feeling, Chase?” I asked sitting next to him.
    “Anxious. I’ve never done anything like this and I’m afraid I won’t be able to, uh, perform.” He looked down at his hands as he picked at his nails.
    “You’ll forget I’m even there after a bit, I promise. Now I know we’ve talked about a lot of topics in my office, but today I want to specifically address spanking and restraining, as that is what Tara requested we start with.” I crossed one ankle over the opposite knee and leaned back against the cushion.
    “I’ve never done either. I suppose you could say I’m all vanilla,” he laughed softly, but I simply nodded. I knew he was, but that was easily changed when done in small amounts and as long as he was comfortable and open minded.
    “I’ll be there to guide and teach you. Don’t be afraid to speak up if you are uncertain or uncomfortable with anything. Now, how about we go see what Tara has prepared for you?” I stood and he followed after, swallowing hard. He led me toward the bedroom even though I knew where it was, but he didn’t know I’d been in her house before with her ex and I wasn’t about to tell him.
    He stopped in front of the door that was left slightly cracked and wiped his hands on his thighs before pushing it open farther. A breath hissed out from between his teeth at the sight that awaited us.
    Tara was leaning over the foot of the bed, naked, her ass pushed into the air. There were scarves piled to one side of her and a riding crop on the other. Her body was already flushed and her folds glistened with her arousal.
    “If I wasn’t here, where would you start?” I whispered to Chase. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.
    “I’d bang her just like that,” Chase said, shyly.
    “No, that’s not how it’s going to happen. Strip to your boxers,” I instructed and stepped back from him to give him a bit of privacy to do so. He hesitated for a moment before finally pulling off his shirt and shucking his jeans. “Go stand on the side of the bed and I’ll show you how to restrain her like this.”
    He nodded and moved to stand next to her.
    “No, next to the bed, not her.” I stepped behind her. “If you are going to touch her, it’s to show her who is in control, not to arouse her.”
    Running my hand up the center of her back firmly, I snagged a handful of her hair and pulled her head up off the bed. A gasp left her, but she wiggled her hips against me.
    “Do not move or I will be forced to punish you,” I growled at Tara, who whimpered but nodded. I turned to look at Chase. “Like that.”
    “Uh, okay,” he stuttered.
    “Now, take one of the scarves and wrap it around her wrist then pull it back to wrap it around. Knot it around her ankle. It’ll spread her wide and make it hard for her to wiggle around much, which is what we want,” I instructed and watched as he attempted to do as I asked. Surprisingly, he did it quite well. “Repeat it on the other side now.”
    The position made her spread her legs wide to the sides of her full mattress while holding her torso flat against the bed so her wrists could almost touch her ankles. If the scarves had been shorter, we’d have to find a different way, but I’d known they’d be long enough.
    “Behind her. Touch her as you move so she knows where you are, unless you want to surprise her. That’s a benefit of this position. You can do as you please and she is at your mercy. Remember, though, this is about trust. She is trusting you not to take it further than she wants, and you are trusting her to let you know when she’s had enough.” I moved beside him and lifted his hand to her ass. “Caress, squeeze, her flesh. It’ll start the increased blood flow she desires. Make her want