Forbidden - A Story of Love, BDSM and Infidelity by Andi Madden Page B

heart beating in
my throat.
    He rose to his feet, leaned toward my face
and whispered in my ear, “You know,” he said quietly. “You know
what we both want from one another.”
    “ What?” I replied, knowing
what he meant but not ready to admit it.
    He gave me a stroke across the cheek. “I
will give you the pleasure you crave,” he said. “The kind of
pleasure your husband can’t give you because he loves you too
much.”
    “ No, I can’t do this,” I
whispered, but my eyes closed shut at the feeling of his hands
closing hard around my wrists.
    “ But if you decide that you
can,” he said, “you’ll show up on my doorstep Thursday night. And
I’ll play with you exactly like you want it.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Tom
     
    It was Thursday night.
    And she stood on my doorstep, wearing a
dress and an almost terrified expression. But she’d come to me. And
I’d make sure that she would do so again and again.
    I’d skipped the small talk, the meaningless
pleasantries. I’d shown her up the stairs to my bedroom and let her
take a seat on the edge of my bed.
    I was such a cruel bastard. I could see her
shaking. But I could also see the light in her eyes, the
curiosity.
    I’d satisfy her curiosity, I’d satisfy her
needs.
    And I’d satisfy mine.
    I opened the drawer of one of my chests,
took out a few items. And a riding crop that I’d gotten just for
her.
    I tossed it onto the bed, saw how her gaze
was drawn to the leather, watched her face as she went through the
possibilities.
    Her mouth opened, she licked her lips.
    “ My rules, my game, my
orders,” I told her. “Or leave now.”
    She nodded.
    “ Take off your dress, bra,
panties.”
    She did, slowly. She pulled her dress over
her head, unclasped her bra.
    She was about to take off her heals, but
stopped when I told her to leave them on. She pulled her panties
down her legs, over her shoes. Her breasts were heavy, tipped with
dark nipples.
    I was hard, had been hard since I’d found
her on my doorstep. She was a delicious creature and she was mine
for tonight.
    She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms
in front of her.
    I dimmed the lights somewhat, but I was
still able to see her, the shape of her body.
    I stepped close to her, lowered myself to my
knees. Just like the riding crop, I had gotten the choker just for
her. A clasped it around her neck.
    She tried to get to her feet.
    “ Sit,” I said, placing my
hand on her shoulder, keeping her on the bed. “You’re a pretty
pet.”
    I rose to get the leash.
    She stood up from the bed again. “Maybe I
want to leave.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
    Jules
     
    “ Maybe I want to leave.” I
got up from the bed, had already crossed the room when a heavy hand
fell on my shoulder.
    “ No, you don’t.” The cruel
edge to his voice sent shivers down my back.
    His hand came around my neck, held me still.
He lifted my hair and something cold slid along my skin and snapped
shut around the choker.
    He gave a tug at the leash. “Now we’ll
play.”
    He returned my gaze, leisurely checking me
out, holding the leash in one hand, and in the other—the riding
crop.
    I wrapped my arms around my chest. But my
stupid shoes forced my back into an arc, pushing my breasts forward
and my ass backward.
    I could deal with nakedness, but those shoes
turned me into his plaything, his object. Blood rushed to my face
and shame crept up my spine under his scrutinizing gaze.
    He stepped behind me and swung the riding
crop at my ass. I bit my lip, catching the moan that wanted to
escape at the sound of leather meeting my bare skin with a
satisfying snap.
    And there was the sting, the pain that his
smack had evoked.
    It hadn’t really hurt—the smack. Not nearly
enough. But the implications of him swatting at my bare ass while I
stood before him, wearing those shoes, the choker, the leash.
    It brought me to my knees. Lust tugged at
me, intensified by the humiliation he put