“Kneel.”
Uh-oh. She bet this was the spanking bench. Since she wanted to experience all of Trax Field, she did as he asked. He guided her down then lowered her head. The pad was closer to the ground than she remembered and came to just under her tits. He plucked one nipple and she let out an involuntary gasp.
“Did you like when I did that?”
At first she had to think whether she was even allowed to answer. To be safe, she nodded.
“Good.”
He must have gotten on his knees behind her because his fingers clasped either side of her panties. Slower than she thought possible, he lowered the sides until the silky material popped over her hips. Not wearing a bra didn’t nearly make her feel as naked as when he’d slid down her panties.
His palm rested on her belly then inched downward. “What do you have here? A waxed beauty?”
That was a question so he might want a response. “I swim a lot and don’t want to have anything showing.”
“In the future you’ll need to keep it bare so that my cock won’t pull on the hairs and hurt you.”
Oh, my God. If he planned to fuck her, she wished he’d hurry up. Desperate to have his finger on her clit, she wiggled her ass. Instantly, he let go.
“That movement was not acceptable.” The slap came fast and hard.
“Ouch.”
He grabbed her ponytail. “Ouch? Do you wish to use your safe word?”
She shook her head.
Another slap landed on her ass. Bastard. She wouldn’t cry. She refused to give him the satisfaction he’d caused her pain. After the third smack, her damned pussy actually dripped. What was up with that?
When he plunged a finger into her sopping hole, she gasped.
“I see you liked your spanking. Perhaps I will have to change your punishment to include deprivation.”
Okay, now he was pushing it, but she bit back her answer.
He lifted her to a stand and unwrapped the straps holding her arms. She rubbed them to relieve the tension. Trax never said anything about not touching herself.
“Pinch your nipple.”
What? She didn’t usually play with herself, but if it would get her closer to her goal of feeling his amazing cock, she would do it. Without thinking, she raised her right hand and pinched the nipple, happy her fingers were finally able to close completely.
She lowered her arm.
“Liz, Liz, Liz. Don’t you service yourself?”
“That’s what a man is for. Master.”
That came out a little bitter, but all her pent-up frustration finally burst to the surface. In a flash she was in his grasp high off the floor. He strode across the room and set her down.
“I hadn’t wanted to do this so soon in your training, but you leave me no choice.”
The safe word bubbled to her lips, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to use it. He lifted her right arm to the side and snapped on a cuff. She tugged, but clearly the restraint was meant to constrain. No surprise, he locked down the other hand. She supposed that wasn’t any worse than having her hands tied behind her back.
What she didn’t expect was for him to grab her ankle and stretch it wide to the side. The same type of cuff went around her leg. When he repeated the action on the other side, exhilaration ran through her veins. She wanted his cock worse than anything, but since she wasn’t allowed to talk, she wouldn’t beg.
“I can smell your arousal. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” Damn. That just came out.
“I’m pleased, but this may take hours. I hope you are ready to control yourself. If you come I will not give you my cock.”
She groaned. That was so not fair. Could he really lick and tease her and not impale her? Given the man wrote the book on control, she feared the answer might be yes. Maybe Dante would walk in and help her out.
“Since you are a virgin to this lifestyle, I am going take that into consideration.”
Footsteps sounded and then the tearing of paper. He returned. What came next was pure torture.
Chapter Eleven
Trax had to blindfold Liz. One look at her and his claws had extended and his bones had popped and cracked. To shield her from learning the truth, he’d rushed over to the credenza. Now wasn’t the time to tell her he wasn’t all human.
He inhaled, using all of his training to keep from shifting. Once he blindfolded her, he’d quietly managed to take off his shoes and remove his pants. If he hadn’t, his cock would have burst through the material. He never expected finding his mate to be pure hell. His urge to take her and forget her training nearly did him in.
He dragged the vibrator over her belly. “Can you tell what this is?”
“A dildo?”
He smiled at her hesitation. The hint of excitement lacing her tone implied she might not be adverse to pleasuring herself. “Very good. Would you like to experience it while I play with your tits?”