“Not usually. It’s easy to move out of the way when I don’t need it. Today I’ll need it.”
Her steps faltered and that deer in the headlights look crossed her face again. There was a certain appeal to her apprehension. He tugged her arm and spun her into his arms until her front squashed against his chest. “When I enter this room it’s a trigger to leave the world behind. Forget stress. Forget people. Forget whatever it is that bothers me. Like me, in here you’ll be free to be whatever you want, however you want, whomever you want.”
“Don’t you mean I’ll be free to do whatever you want me to?”
He cupped her chin and lifted her head. “I know you understand the basic concepts of BDSM. That knowledge is good to have, but there is a time and place for your sass. Now is not that time. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
He sighed. “Not good enough, Maggie. Do you understand?”
He watched the muscle at her jaw line jump for a few seconds as she debated giving him what he wanted. Finally she spoke, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Much better.” He stroked a finger along one bare arm to the crook of her elbow. From there he moved to a plump breast and squeezed. Yes, she felt very good indeed. Gorgeous long nipples simply begging for his attention, tits that fit perfectly in his hands and an underlying eagerness to please that spoke volumes without a word.
He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her gasp, other than being music to his ears, prompted him to keep going. He laved the puckered skin with repeated licks that made small whimpers sound in her throat. He liked the idea that she’d be very noisy when she came. Nothing got him going like a submissive’s scream. And as far as he was concerned the louder the better.
He moved on from her right breast with a pop and repeated his treatment on the left while his hand worked the other. Her hands threaded through his hair and tugged him closer. Tucker growled and bit the tip of her nipple while allowing her an ample amount of free reign for now. This was her first foray into a BDSM scene and he’d have her bound and helpless soon enough. Then she’d learn.
After a few minutes, the hunger clawing his insides grew insistent. With his nose buried between her breasts and the scent of her skin changing as they went, the need for so much more began driving him slowly mad. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered against her flesh.
“Tucker,” she moaned.
He liked the sound of his name on her lips. He liked Sir and eventually Master even better. Ready for more, he skimmed his hand along her hip and thigh to the small patch of trimmed hair between her legs. Her breath caught and he smiled. She was going to be so much fun.
Tucker withdrew his hand and took a step back. Maggie cried out in protest and her body sagged. He grabbed her around the waist and steadied her on her feet.
“Is this what I should expect from you, Tucker Lewis? Cruelty? Constant taunting?”
“Aww, C’mon Miss Maggie. Teasing is fun.” He walked her toward the large metal wheel in the center of the room. “Stand right here,” he ordered.
She turned and looked behind her for a second before returning to meet his gaze. “Am I getting on that thing?”
“Do you want to? I think you’ll like it.”
She fidgeted, shifting her body weight from one foot to the other. Tucker crouched down and dug into the leather bag he’d left earlier at the base of the structure. He grabbed the soft leather cuffs he’d arranged on top and began buckling them around Maggie’s wrists.
“Don’t worry, little one. I’m going to be right here with you the whole time and if you’d like I can talk you through everything one step at a time.”
The pulse at the base of her throat jumped and his cock hardened a fraction more, though he didn’t know how. He already ached to bursting and would give anything to drop his plans and simply fuck her first to take the edge off.
He finished attaching the cuffs and wrapped his hands around her face and brought her close. “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours, darling? You’re going to have to share.”
“I’m nervous, that’s all.”
Tucker narrowed his gaze. “Is that really all? If you’re not comfortable talking to me we can stop and try again some other time.”
“No,” she cried. “I mean—please. I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will, baby. You’ve thought about this for a long time haven’t you?” He traced a finger around the edges of her lips, focusing on the beauty of the pale pink lushness of her mouth.
“Not exactly.”