manners.”
The whir of a machine started up and a strong current of cool air blew across her naked body and open pussy.
“Sir?” Every pore on her skin stood to attention, and she shivered at the sudden drop in temperature.
“Don’t worry, little Enya. It is only the air-conditioning unit. The air will soon warm up.” He slid a finger between her skin and the straps of the spreader bar. “Are the restraints too tight for you?”
She shook her head, chewing her lip as the skin on her thighs tingled in response to his touch.
“You can answer me.”
Yeah, if my mouth would let me. “Um…no, not too tight.”
“Excellent.”
A few minutes later and she was ready to scream, and not in a good way. Conal was yet to say another word, and as much as she tried to send images of what she wanted him to do to her to him telepathically, he didn’t seem to take the hint. What in God’s name was he doing? She knew he was still there, she could hear his quiet breathing. The urge to ask him was so strong, but since she’d decided to give this submission thing a try she knew it wouldn’t be such a great idea. Not unless she wanted to be punished, and he wanted her to trust him after all. A vision of his hotness spanking her bare backside sent a wave of heat through her body. Okay, maybe she did want to be punished. Just a little.
“Um, may I ask a question, Sir?”
His voice showed just the slightest hint of amusement. “You may, since you asked permission.”
“Would you like to know my decision, Sir?”
“You haven’t learnt patience yet, have you, Enya,” he said.
“Is that a rhetorical question, Sir?”
He laughed. “Are you trying to earn a record number of punishments before we have even started?”
Crap. It occurred to her that his idea of punishment might depend on what she liked. If she was too eager, he might do something different. Like stop her from having those orgasms she was desperate for. “I’m sorry, Sir. I spoke out of turn.”
“Funny, your words are the right ones, but I’m not convinced you believe them yourself.”
She was so busted. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it.
In a heartbeat the satin mask was whisked off her eyes. She blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the bright lights in the room. Conal stood in front of her, the look on his face definitely not jovial as he tilted her chin upwards. She had no choice but to look into his commanding gaze.
“Look at me and tell me what you want. I don’t want any hesitation this time. Just tell me who you are… Erica, or Enya?”
Crunch time. Her heart pounded as her eyes never lost contact with his. A quick breath in and out settled her down enough to answer him without wavering for a second.
“Enya.”
He didn’t smile, but she thought she caught a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he let her go.
“Sleep well, Enya. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow’s activities.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. That was a lot easier than she thought it would be, thank God. She opened them wondering what would happen next only to find the light off and the door closed.
Well hell!
Chapter Four
Erica woke the next morning to once again find Conal standing at the end of her bed, staring at her. God, he was even sexier with an unshaven face. She spied a chair in the corner and realised he must have stayed in the room with her all night. Her face heated when she remembered not only where she was, but the fact that she was naked and tied up with a dildo stuffed inside her.
And he was here all night watching over me .
She almost said something smart, but judging by the serious look on his face she figured this was not the time to forget the rules. The rules he’d assured her would be enforced with consequences for transgressions for the remainder of the weekend. The butterflies in her stomach did a little dance as he stepped closer to unbuckle the leather belt from her waist. It
The whir of a machine started up and a strong current of cool air blew across her naked body and open pussy.
“Sir?” Every pore on her skin stood to attention, and she shivered at the sudden drop in temperature.
“Don’t worry, little Enya. It is only the air-conditioning unit. The air will soon warm up.” He slid a finger between her skin and the straps of the spreader bar. “Are the restraints too tight for you?”
She shook her head, chewing her lip as the skin on her thighs tingled in response to his touch.
“You can answer me.”
Yeah, if my mouth would let me. “Um…no, not too tight.”
“Excellent.”
A few minutes later and she was ready to scream, and not in a good way. Conal was yet to say another word, and as much as she tried to send images of what she wanted him to do to her to him telepathically, he didn’t seem to take the hint. What in God’s name was he doing? She knew he was still there, she could hear his quiet breathing. The urge to ask him was so strong, but since she’d decided to give this submission thing a try she knew it wouldn’t be such a great idea. Not unless she wanted to be punished, and he wanted her to trust him after all. A vision of his hotness spanking her bare backside sent a wave of heat through her body. Okay, maybe she did want to be punished. Just a little.
“Um, may I ask a question, Sir?”
His voice showed just the slightest hint of amusement. “You may, since you asked permission.”
“Would you like to know my decision, Sir?”
“You haven’t learnt patience yet, have you, Enya,” he said.
“Is that a rhetorical question, Sir?”
He laughed. “Are you trying to earn a record number of punishments before we have even started?”
Crap. It occurred to her that his idea of punishment might depend on what she liked. If she was too eager, he might do something different. Like stop her from having those orgasms she was desperate for. “I’m sorry, Sir. I spoke out of turn.”
“Funny, your words are the right ones, but I’m not convinced you believe them yourself.”
She was so busted. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it.
In a heartbeat the satin mask was whisked off her eyes. She blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the bright lights in the room. Conal stood in front of her, the look on his face definitely not jovial as he tilted her chin upwards. She had no choice but to look into his commanding gaze.
“Look at me and tell me what you want. I don’t want any hesitation this time. Just tell me who you are… Erica, or Enya?”
Crunch time. Her heart pounded as her eyes never lost contact with his. A quick breath in and out settled her down enough to answer him without wavering for a second.
“Enya.”
He didn’t smile, but she thought she caught a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he let her go.
“Sleep well, Enya. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow’s activities.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. That was a lot easier than she thought it would be, thank God. She opened them wondering what would happen next only to find the light off and the door closed.
Well hell!
Chapter Four
Erica woke the next morning to once again find Conal standing at the end of her bed, staring at her. God, he was even sexier with an unshaven face. She spied a chair in the corner and realised he must have stayed in the room with her all night. Her face heated when she remembered not only where she was, but the fact that she was naked and tied up with a dildo stuffed inside her.
And he was here all night watching over me .
She almost said something smart, but judging by the serious look on his face she figured this was not the time to forget the rules. The rules he’d assured her would be enforced with consequences for transgressions for the remainder of the weekend. The butterflies in her stomach did a little dance as he stepped closer to unbuckle the leather belt from her waist. It
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