"Tell me."
"I was remembering your nasty hero, and hoping you weren’t planning to stretch me on a medieval rack."
"Ah." His eyes glinted in that "you’re so teasable" way she was coming to recognize. "Now that would be payback indeed for your scathing review. I am going to invite you to come next weekend down to my gothic castle on Cape Cod. Will you come if you think Bart and his rack might be waiting for you there? We’ll have to see how courageous you are, my lady."
Instead of freaking her out even more, his playful tone made her smile. It also sent a jolt of pure joy through her. He’s inviting me to his place.
"Does this gothic place of yours have whips and chains?"
He grinned. "Of course. Plenty of 'em. And all sorts of other kinky stuff, too."
"Oh my god. I am so out of my depth."
"We'll go slowly. We can begin with the gentle, caressing sort of whips."
"I don't know, Stephen. I mean, I'm curious, but doesn't whipping hurt?"
"Good pain. When you’re aroused, perception of pain is altered. A skillful dom can play with that, ensuring that your endorphins kick in, transmuting pain into pleasure."
"That sounds like BDSM propaganda."
He laughed. "How about a little demonstration?"
"What kind of demonstration?"
"I’m going to hurt you, but for only a moment. It’ll feel good. Is that okay?"
"Wait, you’re going to hurt me? Not a lot, right? 'Cause that would not be okay."
"Just a little, I promise. Will you trust me? Just use the word 'red' as your safeword if you need me to stop."
Damn, it was hard to resist him. She nodded. Something about his low, mischievous voice and that Bad Boy look that had crept across his features. Oh god, I’m so lost. He hadn’t actually done anything yet, but it already felt sexy.
His fingers had been delicately toying with her breast while they spoke. Now they closed together hard, pinching her nipple. The sharp, quick pressure sent a stab of pain through her that seemed to race down her nerves straight into her sex, which throbbed pleasurably. A small moan escaped her. Lovers had pinched her nipples before, but never so hard. Maybe there was such a thing as good pain. "I guess I'm not totally averse to whatever that was."
"I’m not done yet." His other hand slipped between her legs and began caressing her. He was so good at it. He knew exactly where to touch her and how to escalate. Her arousal spiraled. Honeyed pleasure spread through her entire body as he continued to manipulate her sex. His hot eyes smiled into hers as his face came closer. He kissed her mouth in a teasing, provocative way that had her arching off the mattress to try to get him to deepen the kiss. His thumb drifted over her clit.
If he keeps this up, I’m going to come, she thought, amazed at the speed with which her arousal had built. When she began to rock against his fingers, he compressed her nipple again. Harder. Much harder. The sensation snapped between her breast and her sex like an electric shock, but the sensation felt amazing.
With his lips near her ear, he whispered, "Good pain or bad?"
She tossed her head while continuing to churn her hips. Had his stimulation released her endorphins? "Do it again."
"Let me get this straight," he drawled, his green eyes shining. "You’re asking me to pinch your breast again? You actually want another nip of pain?"
"Just…shut up and do it again."
"Say please."
"I will not say please."
"Say, ‘make it hurt so good, Master.’"
"In your dreams!"
He chuckled. "Training you is going to be so much fun."
Chapter 9
Over coffee the following day, Stephen regarded a sleepy-eyed, tangled-hair Viola with amusement. They had just dragged themselves out of bed after a languid session of not-entirely-wakeful morning sex. Or afternoon sex, given that they had stayed up all night and not fallen asleep until well after dawn. Her cheeks were pink—probably from beard abrasion since he couldn’t remember when he’d last thought to shave. Her
"I was remembering your nasty hero, and hoping you weren’t planning to stretch me on a medieval rack."
"Ah." His eyes glinted in that "you’re so teasable" way she was coming to recognize. "Now that would be payback indeed for your scathing review. I am going to invite you to come next weekend down to my gothic castle on Cape Cod. Will you come if you think Bart and his rack might be waiting for you there? We’ll have to see how courageous you are, my lady."
Instead of freaking her out even more, his playful tone made her smile. It also sent a jolt of pure joy through her. He’s inviting me to his place.
"Does this gothic place of yours have whips and chains?"
He grinned. "Of course. Plenty of 'em. And all sorts of other kinky stuff, too."
"Oh my god. I am so out of my depth."
"We'll go slowly. We can begin with the gentle, caressing sort of whips."
"I don't know, Stephen. I mean, I'm curious, but doesn't whipping hurt?"
"Good pain. When you’re aroused, perception of pain is altered. A skillful dom can play with that, ensuring that your endorphins kick in, transmuting pain into pleasure."
"That sounds like BDSM propaganda."
He laughed. "How about a little demonstration?"
"What kind of demonstration?"
"I’m going to hurt you, but for only a moment. It’ll feel good. Is that okay?"
"Wait, you’re going to hurt me? Not a lot, right? 'Cause that would not be okay."
"Just a little, I promise. Will you trust me? Just use the word 'red' as your safeword if you need me to stop."
Damn, it was hard to resist him. She nodded. Something about his low, mischievous voice and that Bad Boy look that had crept across his features. Oh god, I’m so lost. He hadn’t actually done anything yet, but it already felt sexy.
His fingers had been delicately toying with her breast while they spoke. Now they closed together hard, pinching her nipple. The sharp, quick pressure sent a stab of pain through her that seemed to race down her nerves straight into her sex, which throbbed pleasurably. A small moan escaped her. Lovers had pinched her nipples before, but never so hard. Maybe there was such a thing as good pain. "I guess I'm not totally averse to whatever that was."
"I’m not done yet." His other hand slipped between her legs and began caressing her. He was so good at it. He knew exactly where to touch her and how to escalate. Her arousal spiraled. Honeyed pleasure spread through her entire body as he continued to manipulate her sex. His hot eyes smiled into hers as his face came closer. He kissed her mouth in a teasing, provocative way that had her arching off the mattress to try to get him to deepen the kiss. His thumb drifted over her clit.
If he keeps this up, I’m going to come, she thought, amazed at the speed with which her arousal had built. When she began to rock against his fingers, he compressed her nipple again. Harder. Much harder. The sensation snapped between her breast and her sex like an electric shock, but the sensation felt amazing.
With his lips near her ear, he whispered, "Good pain or bad?"
She tossed her head while continuing to churn her hips. Had his stimulation released her endorphins? "Do it again."
"Let me get this straight," he drawled, his green eyes shining. "You’re asking me to pinch your breast again? You actually want another nip of pain?"
"Just…shut up and do it again."
"Say please."
"I will not say please."
"Say, ‘make it hurt so good, Master.’"
"In your dreams!"
He chuckled. "Training you is going to be so much fun."
Chapter 9
Over coffee the following day, Stephen regarded a sleepy-eyed, tangled-hair Viola with amusement. They had just dragged themselves out of bed after a languid session of not-entirely-wakeful morning sex. Or afternoon sex, given that they had stayed up all night and not fallen asleep until well after dawn. Her cheeks were pink—probably from beard abrasion since he couldn’t remember when he’d last thought to shave. Her
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