It had been a whispered promise, standing beside her car as they’d said goodbye. She’d caught her breath, then pulled back to search his eyes.
Did you say, the flogger?
He’d slowly nodded his head, opened her car door, and when she was settled behind the wheel, he’d leaned in, and softly kissed her.
She’d watched him stride up the path to his door. She’d had no choice. She’d felt weak, too weak to trust herself to drive.
Endless days passed.
His promise had consumed her thoughts and haunted her dreams. Then he called…now she was in his bedroom changing her clothes.
A corset, he had said. The black one.
Her fingers were trembling, her face was aflame, and slipping into her glossy heels, the ones he said made the very best clipping sounds he’d ever heard, she walked into the living room for inspection.
Eyes down, hands behind her back, her breath coming in short pants, she stood motionless as he circled her. Tickling his fingertips down her arm, he murmured his approval, then wrapping his hand around her elbow, he guided her to the wall.
Now? Was it going to happen now?
Wordlessly he shackled her wrists together at the small of her back, pulled out her hips, roamed his palm over her bottom, and toyed between her legs. Closing her eyes, she tried to surrender to his tantalizing touch, but it was her aching anticipation that brought a moan from her lips.
For long minutes he kept her there, lightly spanking, constantly teasing, moving his fingers to sharply tweak her nipples, until she could bear it no longer.
When? When will you use it?
Use what?
What you talked about…at the car.
Say it.
The flogger.
She had barely breathed the word, but it was enough.
Holding her waist, he turned her around and led her down a short hallway, opening the door to a room he’d always kept closed. A chain had been thrown over a ceiling beam, and moving her to stand beneath it, he separated her shackled wrists, raised her arms above her head, and attached them.
His lips touched her ear.
Now.
Part Two Coming Soon