She stared at the dildo. He saw the flash of desire in her eyes seconds before she turned to the silk bind.
“You’d tie me up?” she asked.
“I’d do more than tie you up. I’d make you mine.”
Matthew took her hand in his and wrapped the silk around her wrist. He pulled tight, making the silk bite into her. He watched as she gasped.
“Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze went from her wrist to his face.
He did the same with the other wrist then pulled on the restraints forcing her to stand.
She whimpered as she moved close. Her eyes dilated, staring back at him.
“Do you feel it?” he asked.
Her response startled him. He’d heard of a natural submissive, which Clara was but he’d never witnessed such reaction in a woman. Clara looked born to be a sub. The way her gaze travelled to his and then to her bound hands looked similar to adoration.
He needed to know everything she felt.
With his hand under her chin, he forced her gaze back to him.
“Well, do you like it?”
“I more than like it, I love the way they feel against my wrist. They’re biting into my flesh but they feel wonderful.”
Matthew pushed the top she wore up and stared at her tits while pressing his hand against her pussy. She soaked his fingers with her cream. Her response everything he hoped it would be.
“I’m going to play with you,” he said.
Chapter Four
The bite of the silk around her wrists felt so good. She’d never known such pleasure in all of her life. Clara would have laughed if someone told her she liked pain. The sharp bite of the silk made her wet. The same kind of pain happened when Matthew fucked her hard. Did this make her weird?
Matthew removed the blouse she wore. His fingers returned to her pussy. The moment his thumb pressed to her clit she lost her head. She tried to hold onto him. He caught her with his hand around her waist.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He took her to the floor opening her legs wide as he did. “Look at how lovely and sweet you are. I can’t wait to fuck you but first I get to play a little.”
She stared at him, wanting him to fuck her more than anything.
“I’m not going to take this too far. We’ve got stuff to talk through as well as a safe word to pick out. There’s so much to get started.”
“I don’t care. Take me, Matthew.” She didn’t know what had come over her. One moment she’d been staring at all the equipment then when he’d started to leave the room she’d panicked. The playroom intrigued her. There was so much to learn in the small space. She saw what he meant about the room being part of him. His whole body changed the instant they had entered the small space. He appeared larger than normal. His strength appealed to her in the most wonderful way.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked.
“I’m accepting you. I know what you want.” That part was a lie. She didn’t completely know what he wanted but there wasn’t much room for doubt. He craved her submission. She understood the word. What she didn’t understand was what he needed from her.
He pressed a finger inside her. The dildo he’d held in his hands lay beside her head taunting her with what the device could be used for.
Matthew pressed a kiss to her lips before moving down to claim her breast. He bit down making her cry out, writhing under his expert touch. The pleasure to be had at his hands made her excited. She opened her eyes and gazed around the room at the promise it held. Each sex toy could give pleasure or pain. She liked both. What would happen if Matthew inflicted all of them on her?
He gripped the dildo then pressed the tip against her swollen clit. “Tonight I’ll play with you until you are screaming but the next time you’re in this room, something different will happen.”
She couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned. Years of bailing out her father had left her in a state of reserve. No boyfriend, no promise of a future, only the use she gave her father. A constant bank balance. Clara wondered how much she’d loaned him. She’d even taken out loans to pay him.
Her boss, the man she loved and her Savior, had seen to her father.
Staring down at his head, Clara knew she wouldn’t let Edward Baines into her heart. His words, the guilt he played over her would stop from that moment.
Pushing all thoughts of her father from her mind, Clara allowed the pleasure of his tongue to take over.
Matthew pushed the dildo inside her pussy, making her gasp. Her arms were bound the whole time. He played her body with his hands and tongue. Each touch meant to prolong her pleasure. He spanked her pussy. The taps hit her clit with every slap.