“You have no fucking idea how naughty, baby. I’m going to take every inch of your body. I’m going to make you squirm and scream. I’m going to own you.”

“Yeah. I want that.”

She wants to submit to me.

I undid her bra and pulled it off her body. Her nipples were hard already.

She licked her lips and smiled at me.

“What’s your safe word, Eva?”

“Safe word?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose while thinking. “Um . . . Ryder?”

I growled. Fuck, did she want me to lose my shit completely? Of all the words in the world, she chose that one?

“You sure that’s the word you want?”

“Yeah.”

Smart girl. There wasn’t another word she could pick that would make me stop dead in my tracks any faster.

I grimaced before conceding. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

Control was about choosing one’s battles. A true master gave small concessions to set his submissive at ease. Knowing when to give and when to take. A very fine balance of power, shifting subtly from one to the other seamlessly.

Remembering that I’d seen rolls of tape on the kitchen counter when I’d gone to get the first-aid kit, I scooted off the bed and sprinted to the kitchen, my erection leading the way and my balls slapping painfully against my legs.

This is going to be so fucking good. As long as she doesn’t need the safe word, we’ll be just fine.

Chapter 11 — Harrison

Returning to the bedroom, Eva’s eyes widened when her gaze fell on the tape and plastic ties I held up with a triumphant grin.

I found her shirt—the one without buttons—and ripped it into long lengths.

“What—”

“No talking, baby. Just relax, okay?”

She nodded without a word. Good. I’d get her another silk blouse or two soon.

Twisting a length of fabric around her ankles, I bound them together quickly and then secured it with a length of tape wound around the fabric and both ankles. I took care not to let the tape touch her delicate skin, yet made sure she was securely tied up with a little bit of maneuvering space so that I didn’t cut off her circulation.

Next were her magnificent tits. I knotted three strips of fabric together and twisted it round on itself to resemble a rope, then wound that around her chest and back, crisscrossing and accentuating each breast until they both popped out and stood proud, her nipples engorged by the extra blood supply.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

Still she said nothing, only gifting me with a smile. I’d never done this to a woman before, but I’d seen pictures of rope work on the internet recently, and I’d wanted to try it. With Eva, of course.

Fighting the temptation to suck on her magnificent tits, I forced myself to stay in control. I couldn’t cave and give in to my own desire until I’d given her the pain and pleasure she craved.

“Your wrists, baby.”

Without hesitation, she pushed them together and held them out to me. I repeated the process with the cloth and tape, and the way I fastened her wrists caused her arms to press into her sides, making her tits even more pronounced.

She blushed, fully aware of how she looked—vulnerable and sexy as fuck.

I spread her knees open wide, sucking in a breath as my gaze fell on her glistening pussy. She was dripping for me already. I salivated, greedy to taste her and eat her out.

Be the master.

My heartbeat quickened, and I had to suck oxygen deeply into my lungs to retain control and not just dive right in, as I naturally wanted to. Stretching it out, denying ourselves for as long as possible was sweet torture, but made it oh so fucking good.

Eva bit into her lip as I stared at her wet-as-fuck cunt.

“Now that is the most beautiful sight on the fucking planet,” I said as I gripped my cock and gave it a few hard tugs, inhaling the smell of her desire that filled the room. I fucking loved the smell of sex. There was nothing like it on earth.

With my head spinning and intoxicated by lust, I ran the last piece of fabric between my fingers to smooth it out. “And now, I’m going to blindfold you.”

I hovered over her as I tied the fabric over her eyes, testing that she wasn’t able to cheat and peek from under the soft silk. Eva’s breathing sped up and her chest heaved with anticipation.

Walking to her closet, I found a thin suede belt hanging around a soft jacket. I pulled it from the loops impatiently. Flicking through her clothes, I found another soft leather belt and wrapped it around my wrist with a grin.

An open box stood by my feet and as I peered in, my eye fell on a feathery hat—the kind women wore to the races and those girly tea parties Eva and Jade were fond of. I chuckled softly. Perfect. I plucked a long purple feather from the hat and a shorter black one too.

Upon opening the third drawer, I found my other prize: lying on top of silky underwear was a pink vibrator. I didn’t need to test it to know that it would be fully charged.

I had everything I needed.

Tonight’s play will be like nothing either of us has ever experienced.

My voice was deep and calm when I spoke. “Trust me, Eva. I’m going to give you everything you need and want.”

“Yes,” she whispered, then pursed her lips.

“First I have to punish you for sending me away. It will hurt, but trust me, the pleasure you feel burn through your body afterwards will be so worth it.”

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I noticed a few small beads of perspiration on her upper lip and brow. Using the shorter feather, I tickled her nipples, teasing them until they stood hard like pebbles. Switching to the long purple feather, I tickled around her navel and glided it over her pussy and down between her thighs, making her writhe and squirm.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. Goosebumps scattered over her smooth skin.

I rolled her onto her stomach and bit into the ample flesh of her ass. She yelped, raising her bottom from the bed, which was exactly what I wanted. Propping her up on her elbows, with her delectable ass in the air, I took a step away to admire the dip of her back where it curved upward. I licked my lips. Her pussy sat ripe between her legs, glistening and begging for me to eat it.

Control.

I’m the master.

I drew in a ragged breath and gritted my teeth. With a soft swish, the leather belt traveled through the air and landed across her ass. Eva let out a hiss and clenched her ass cheeks. Four more strokes and a crisscross pattern had formed on the smooth skin, slight welts rising where the belt had left its mark.

Eva groaned each time the leather connected, each groan louder than the last.

“That’s for telling me to leave,” I ground out between lashings. Reaching for the glass, I removed a cube of ice and ran it smoothly over her skin, licking the trail of water with my hot tongue as I moved the ice over the welts.

Her soft moan told me she liked that I was soothing her. I kept going until the ice cube had completely melted.

Gripping her by the shoulders, I flipped her onto her back and kissed her lips. She sucked hungrily at mine before I pulled away.

I switched to the thin suede belt, folding it double so that two ends dangled in my hand.

“And this is for not telling me where you were out so late.” I was still pissed that she refused to tell me.

The suede flashed across her breasts, lightly connecting with her pebbled nipples. Eva bit into her lip. I was waiting for her to use her safe word, hesitating between each lashing to give her a chance to bail out. All I got was a deep moan, a mix of her pleasure and pain.

Fuck, it turned me on beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Gripping her knees, I spread her legs open again. They lay in a V, since her ankles were still tied together.