Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Yeah.
Maybe she should.
34
Caren glanced behind her as they headed into the club on Tuesday night.
That was the third time since leaving the apartment. His stomach tightened. He hadn’t sensed any risk so what was going on? Was his radar off?
“What are you looking for? Did you see something?” he asked as he took in their surroundings.
Still nothing.
“Oh, I was just wondering if Tyler was still following me.”
This brat.
He paused and turned to her. Tonight she was wearing a different outfit. A bright pink, loose singlet was paired with tight orange shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They rode up her ass so he could see the bottom of her cheeks poking out.
He'd been hard as nails ever since she’d walked out of the bedroom. In fact, he’d very nearly kept her home.
But he knew how much she wanted to play at the club.
“Are you wanting some punishment, baby?” he murmured.
Her eyes widened. “What? No!”
“No? Are you sure? Because being sassy will get your mouth stuffed with something. Maybe a ball gag. Maybe a cock. And it will definitely result in you going over my knee to get your ass spanked.”
Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed heavily.
Oh yeah.
She wanted that.
Fuck. It was no wonder he was hard as nails. She was perfect for him.
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her hand and turned her to him, cupping her cheek. “You ready for tonight?”
Caren licked her full lips. The only make-up she wore was a bright pink lipstick.
Gorgeous.
“I’m ready.”
“You trust me to look after you?”
She nodded shakily. “I do.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“I’m also going to give you a squeaky ball to hold in your hand. If you need to squeeze it, you can. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He was slightly worried that she wasn’t as ready as she thought she was. But she followed him obediently to where he’d reserved the suspension area. It was in a quieter room at the back of the club that had large windows so people could watch but not interrupt. Tuesday was a quiet night. And Rusty was one of the monitors, which made him feel better as he knew his brother would watch Caren carefully.
“Kneel here and keep your head down,” he told her, pointing to a soft, flat cushion to the side of the scene area.
She kneeled beautifully, placing her hands on her spread thighs and lowering her head.
Travis felt a stab of pride. This might be considered a risky scene since they hadn’t officially played together. But he knew that there was trust between them. That she was experienced and so was he. Although she’d said she’d never been tied up before.
He would make this as fun and pleasurable as he could. Because it was something he wanted to do with her often.
Taking a moment, he checked over all of the ropes. They were made from jute and would feel soft against her skin. He was careful, examining them and the area to make sure that everything would be safe for her.
He would never put his girl at risk.
Last night, he’d sat her down and gone through her expectations for this session, any concerns that she had, and anything she wanted him to explain.
He reached up and tugged on the ropes that were already hanging from suspension points in the lowered ceiling. They were holding. He also set out a pair of safety shears and a First-Aid kit just in case.
Rusty appeared in the doorway. “All good?”
“Yep, I’m about to start.”
“Want me to stay?”
“Just check in every few minutes,” Travis replied.
“You got it,” Rusty said.
Travis walked over and crouched in front of his girl.
“Look at me, baby.”
She raised her gaze to his and he cupped her chin in his hand. “If you want to stop at any time what do you say?”
“Red, Sir.”
“That’s right. And I’ll put a squeaky ball in your hand once you’re bound. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Come.” Standing, he held out his hand and she slipped hers into it.
Then he helped her up and led her over to the thick mat. Moving behind her, he ran his hands down her arms and then around her, up over her stomach to cup her breasts. He kissed along her neck, making her moan as he played with her nipples until they were stiff and hard.
“Ready, baby?” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sounding relaxed.
“Good girl.” He started by securing cuffs just above her elbows while her arms were bent. He then drew her arms back, securing them together.
Stilling, he checked in on her. “All right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Never better.”
Part of her couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
Travis was tying her up. Already, she could feel herself drifting and she wasn’t even firmly secured yet.
He moved so confidently, each thing he did was so precise and careful. And she felt so safe.
Protected.
Then he started wrapping the rope around her chest, first above her breasts, then below each breast in loops before wrapping it around the waist.