“So responsive,” he murmurs, almost to himself, teasing me with his cock in front of my mouth.
I lean forward, desperate to touch him, kiss him, do something, but he catches the movement and pulls back.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Fae.”
The way he says my name makes me jolt. I usually love it, the way it sounds, but on his tongue it turns into something else entirely.
“If you’re good, I’ll reward you. Do you understand?”
I whimper and nod against the bedspread.
“Words, Fae,” he snaps and this time the slap to my other thigh is harder.
“Yes,” I moan. “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl.”
Roman moves away from the bed and steps behind me. I can’t see him from this position and my body loosens slightly.I let my head drop to the pillow, focusing on my breathing and wondering why I pushed him this far. He has me this worked up and we haven’t even started yet.
I hear drawers opening and shutting behind me, then the bed dips under his weight. A soft whimper slips from my mouth at the heat of his thighs pressing against mine.
Roman grips my hair and angles my face towards the window. Something catches my eye, an egg-shaped object with a base, my breath stutters as I realise what it is.
A butt plug.
I shift on my knees as his thumb slides between my legs, brushing over me slowly. The touch pulls a reaction straight out of me, my body tightening under his hand. I feel the slight shiver that runs through him against my thighs as something soft, leather-like grazes across the top of my arse.
“Are you ready to play?”
“Y… yeah.”
“Good.”
I hear something cut through the air before it lands and the moan rips out of me as sharp pinpricks of fire spread across my arse.
CHAPTER 16
ROMAN
She looks unreal like this, all trust and tension, bound exactly where I want her. It’s a little more on the vanilla side than what I would usually do, but I don’t want to scare her away. My bed has never looked better than it does with her restrained against it, her body a study in contrasts; soft skin pulled taut, calm eyes betraying the tension coiled beneath. There is something dangerous about how beautiful she is like this, something that makes my hands itch, like restraining her is a test.
A test, I think, I am only barely passing.
The paddle rests heavy in my hand. Orange leather catches the low light, her favourite colour. Real diamonds are set into its surface, spelling the word Roman like a promise and a warning all at once. When it meets her skin, I watch carefully and reverently as the faint purple impressions bloom in its wake. My mark left behind, so if any bastard dares to look, they know she already belongs to someone else.
Me.
Depending on how hard I swat her depends on how long my name will last embedded into her cheeks. The pinprick feeling of it already has her pussy dripping. I can see it as I rub thepurple, bruised Roman on her arse, tempting me like Eve and the forbidden apple.
Fae moans as I gently caress her bum. Turning the paddle over so the diamonds don’t hit her skin, I swat her hard, wiping the sting away as she groans and wiggles. I do three more in quick succession, watching as the rest of her skin turns from a beautiful pale colour to bright red.
“Say thank you,” I demand as she whimpers underneath me. The paddle whooshes through the air as Fae screams, her already sensitive skin taking the impact.
I love that she is a pain slut. She will need it to survive me.
“Thank you,” she groans breathlessly, her husky voice dripping with need, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
I move to spank the top of her thighs, the sides of her thighs, and her dripping cunt, hitting her ten more times before taking a breath. Each time she moans and wiggles in desire whilst offering me the sexiest thank you known to man.