basement his space was large, comfortable and
filled her with pleasure.
She went to where the tools were displayed, looking at each
one without touching. When she could stand to look at them no longer from the
remembered feel of the sting against her ass, she walked toward the big cross.
Pressing against the wall, she found it was soft to the touch.
“Why is it soft, Sir?”
Glancing back she saw Ryan rested his head in his hand,
leaning back, totally relaxed as he looked at her. “The submissive is tied to
the cross, sometimes with her legs spread, other times with her legs together.
The pleasure can be too much from being hit with a whip and if that happens, I
don’t want any woman hurting herself by smacking their head against a dangerous
wall.”
She nodded, seeing his reasoning for it.
She touched the silk ties at the end of one cross. Any
submissive would be bound in luxury from the binds alone.
“No expense has been spared,” he said.
His gaze kept going up and down her body. Looking down she
saw her breasts were still exposed. There was no need to put them away. Ryan
had seen everything before.
She took in everything as she moved around the room.
Something was tied to the wall and looked similar to a swing.
Ryan explained the swing to her and how it worked. She’d
never visit a park again without thinking about this sexy alternative swing.
Jesse wondered if he’d ever have her sit inside the seat, bind her up and fuck
her like crazy.
Her clit bloomed under the image that passed through her
thoughts. She really liked the thought of Ryan fucking her.
Would he take her today or would he make her wait?
Jesse moved from one toy to the next. The gymnastics bench
looked like fun. She recalled Jake bending her over a similar looking one. He
never put the binds around her to keep her in place. She held herself up as he
used the paddle on her.
Jake never spanked her with his bare hand and he only
brought her to orgasm using the tip of a dildo. The more she looked back over
their time the more she realized he rarely did anything intimate with her. She
held no complaints. Her feelings for Jake never extended to anything other than
friendship. Thinking of Jake reminded her of her family.
“Stop thinking about them,” Ryan said.
“How do you know I’m thinking about them, Sir?” She walked
back to stand in front of him.
He didn’t move. Ryan kept his head resting on his hand. His
gaze looked up and down her body. “You’re an easy person to read. Your family
care about you. Also, the way you touched that bench, I imagine you were
thinking about Jake. He’s the only man you’ve been intimate with.”
Did he sound mad?
“I wouldn’t call it intimacy. We never did anything. I was
thinking about the fact we didn’t touch. I never gave him pleasure at all or
helped him with his orgasm.”
“Really?”
“We’ve done more together than I’ve ever done with another
man in a long time.” She’d tried to have sex with boyfriends but nothing ever
got her off. The men in her life tried to get her hot but making love reminded
her too much of her past. She liked her sex hot, rough without any thought to
the person giving her pleasure.
Frowning, she glanced at Ryan wondering what was going on.
Whenever she spent time with him she forgot about her issues. Were they really
issues? She’d been more intimate with Ryan than she’d ever been with any other
boyfriend. Last night she’d been close with him without fear or worrying about
her reaction to their closeness.
“Come back to me, baby.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her,
staring into her eyes.
“I’m here.”
“You look worried. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He cupped
her cheek, soothing her with his touch.
“I think, I think I’m in love with you.” She forced the
words out, knowing her feelings were true the moment she spoke them. “Crap, now
I’ve messed everything up.” Jesse tried to pull away. Tears sprang to her eyes
but
filled her with pleasure.
She went to where the tools were displayed, looking at each
one without touching. When she could stand to look at them no longer from the
remembered feel of the sting against her ass, she walked toward the big cross.
Pressing against the wall, she found it was soft to the touch.
“Why is it soft, Sir?”
Glancing back she saw Ryan rested his head in his hand,
leaning back, totally relaxed as he looked at her. “The submissive is tied to
the cross, sometimes with her legs spread, other times with her legs together.
The pleasure can be too much from being hit with a whip and if that happens, I
don’t want any woman hurting herself by smacking their head against a dangerous
wall.”
She nodded, seeing his reasoning for it.
She touched the silk ties at the end of one cross. Any
submissive would be bound in luxury from the binds alone.
“No expense has been spared,” he said.
His gaze kept going up and down her body. Looking down she
saw her breasts were still exposed. There was no need to put them away. Ryan
had seen everything before.
She took in everything as she moved around the room.
Something was tied to the wall and looked similar to a swing.
Ryan explained the swing to her and how it worked. She’d
never visit a park again without thinking about this sexy alternative swing.
Jesse wondered if he’d ever have her sit inside the seat, bind her up and fuck
her like crazy.
Her clit bloomed under the image that passed through her
thoughts. She really liked the thought of Ryan fucking her.
Would he take her today or would he make her wait?
Jesse moved from one toy to the next. The gymnastics bench
looked like fun. She recalled Jake bending her over a similar looking one. He
never put the binds around her to keep her in place. She held herself up as he
used the paddle on her.
Jake never spanked her with his bare hand and he only
brought her to orgasm using the tip of a dildo. The more she looked back over
their time the more she realized he rarely did anything intimate with her. She
held no complaints. Her feelings for Jake never extended to anything other than
friendship. Thinking of Jake reminded her of her family.
“Stop thinking about them,” Ryan said.
“How do you know I’m thinking about them, Sir?” She walked
back to stand in front of him.
He didn’t move. Ryan kept his head resting on his hand. His
gaze looked up and down her body. “You’re an easy person to read. Your family
care about you. Also, the way you touched that bench, I imagine you were
thinking about Jake. He’s the only man you’ve been intimate with.”
Did he sound mad?
“I wouldn’t call it intimacy. We never did anything. I was
thinking about the fact we didn’t touch. I never gave him pleasure at all or
helped him with his orgasm.”
“Really?”
“We’ve done more together than I’ve ever done with another
man in a long time.” She’d tried to have sex with boyfriends but nothing ever
got her off. The men in her life tried to get her hot but making love reminded
her too much of her past. She liked her sex hot, rough without any thought to
the person giving her pleasure.
Frowning, she glanced at Ryan wondering what was going on.
Whenever she spent time with him she forgot about her issues. Were they really
issues? She’d been more intimate with Ryan than she’d ever been with any other
boyfriend. Last night she’d been close with him without fear or worrying about
her reaction to their closeness.
“Come back to me, baby.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her,
staring into her eyes.
“I’m here.”
“You look worried. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He cupped
her cheek, soothing her with his touch.
“I think, I think I’m in love with you.” She forced the
words out, knowing her feelings were true the moment she spoke them. “Crap, now
I’ve messed everything up.” Jesse tried to pull away. Tears sprang to her eyes
but