“Stop.” His patience dried up the moment he realized she was giving him an out. “You are the submissive I desire, and that’s all I care about.”
He silenced anything more she might say with the soft press of his lips. She opened to him, melting into the sweetest kiss he’d ever given. It didn’t stir passion, but it soothed them both. She sighed against his lips, and her trembling subsided.
She didn’t protest when he unwrapped the blanket, cleaned her up, and tended to the pink skin of her back. Truthfully, he’d barely scratched the surface of what he could do with a whip. He’d spent the time trying to make it look harsher than it felt. In an hour, no evidence of the whipping would be detectable on her back and ass. She wouldn’t even have a lingering soreness to remind her of this evening.
When he was satisfied with her physical health, he rewrapped her in the blanket and scooped her up in his arms.
Her eyes, wide with surprise, lifted to his. “Sean, you shouldn’t be picking me up like this.”
Marcella’s height nearly equaled his, and her curvy build lent her an earthy beauty absent from so many of the plastic women with whom he had played in the past. He thought back to her concerns at dinner and threw her a crooked grin.
“Honey, you’re not nearly as heavy as you seem to think. Now shut up and call me Master. We’re not quite finished with that.” He still needed to assure her that he had no intention of giving her up.
She curled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”
Two flights of stairs later, he proudly dumped her on his bed. The blanket parted and fell away, revealing her luscious curves. “If you need some privacy, now is the time to ask.”
She shook her head and swept her gaze down his body. Her lust-filled stare gave him permission to proceed. Some doms liked to demand and take from their submissives, but Sean only liked to take what was offered. It didn’t have to be an overt offer, but he did prefer gifts of self to the spoils of conquest. He liked that this new dynamic meant he caught those little looks that revealed the depth of her attraction.
As he turned down the bedcovers, she lifted her body to help. With the sheet and quilt at the foot of the bed, he turned his attention back to situating her according to his desires. Too many nights, he had fallen asleep with the fantasy of her lying next to him. He meant to make the most of every moment of this reality.
She had said earlier that she and her last boyfriend had parted ways because he wanted a full-time sub and she didn’t want to be one. Sean needed to know if she meant that, because he wanted her full-time. He needed her full-time. He wanted to know she was at his beck and call. He wanted to wake up every morning and know she belonged to him.
When he’d bought this bed, he had done so with the expectation that his eventual wife would be sharing it. The headboard, made from thick, sturdy wood, featured hidden eyelets to which he could hook bondage gear. Of all the aspects of the D/s lifestyle, the idea of bondage appealed to him far more than any other. Marcella seemed to share the same predilection.
This day had given him so many reasons to hope.
He left her for a moment to get the restraints he wanted. Put away in a nearby chest, they had never been used. This was the first time in over a year that he’d let a woman stay the night in his bed.
As he threaded the nylon straps through the headboard, he hazarded a glance at her face. He had to know she wanted this. Her brown eyes watched him expectantly. Desire clouded her irises a bit, and her chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity.
He wound the straps around her wrists, securing them tight enough so that she had no doubt he restrained her, yet loose enough to let her move. Her hands rested on the pillow next to her head.
“Move around.” He wanted her to explore her range of movement so she would know exactly what he had done.
She pulled both arms down, demonstrating a full range of motion. The bindings weren’t meant to restrict her movements, especially not while she slept. If a situation arose where she would need to remove the restraints herself, she could take them off and put them back on easily.
Once she finished, he reached back up to the headboard and pulled the slack in the lines until her arms were secured above her head. She tested this arrangement too and found no give.
Her heated gaze found his, and he couldn’t resist claiming her mouth in a brief kiss. Then he pulled the covers over her body. “Are you comfortable, Marcella?”
She nodded slowly, legions of unasked questions swimming in her eyes. If they had been down in her office, they would have poured from her mouth. He liked knowing she trusted him to answer everything in his own time and in his own way.