Next came her shirt. She took her time working the buttons on the cuffs, then slowed her body’s movements, making them even more seductive as she pushed each of the eight buttons through their holes down the front of the yellow silk shirt.
Finally, she shrugged it off and, turning to face away from Rafe, let it slide off her arm to float down to join the rest of her clothes. Hoping Rafe felt half as aroused as she did, she turned, faced him, and waited for his decision.
Chapter Six
The sexy little bit of ivory-colored silk was nothing like the slips he remembered his mother wearing. It seemed to show more skin than it covered, and ended just a few inches below Silk’s bare pussy. It was not skin-tight, but it skimmed her body like a loving hand.
He’d seen her wear it at the club a time or two, which made it club wear, but since she had worn it under what had to be her mother’s clothes tonight, it also fit into the underwear category. But it looked so pretty on her that he didn’t have the heart to make her take it off.
Narrowing his eyes and firming his lips, he gave her a stern look. “I’m not normally one to go back on an order, but you look so pretty wearing that little bit of sexiness that I’m going to let you choose. You can take it off now, or you can wear it until after dinner, but you will receive three punishment strokes. You have five seconds to decide.”
Knowing she would never be able to make such a decision in that time frame, he was shocked when she immediately closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll take the punishment strokes, Sir,” she said softly.
“All right then,” he said, returning her hug for a few seconds before brushing a kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s go upstairs and I can give you the nickel tour before dinner.”
With that, he stepped back, forcing her to release him. Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs that led from the garage to the main living area, which was an open design containing a kitchen, and living and dining areas. There was also a powder room between the kitchen and the double sliding glass doors that led to the screened-in porch that looked out over the river. The third floor contained three bedrooms, one of which he was in the process of turning into a private dungeon.
The oversized bathroom on the third floor was as luxurious as his interior designer mother could make it. She hadn’t cared that her husband and two sons didn’t care about granite tile floors and the deep Japanese soaking tub that she used several times a week to soak away her stress. They just needed a place to do their business, though he had to admit, the four showerheads at various levels did provide a nice pulsating massage after a long day of work.
“This is a beautiful house,” Silk finally said after they had toured each room. She seemed more taken with the views out the windows than she was the rooms themselves. “I’m surprised you’re able to leave here and go to work at all your jobs.”
Rafe nodded. “Some days it’s harder than others, but I know at the end of the day I can come back and sit on the porch with a beer and watch the river roll by.”
He led the way back down to the main living area. He took one of the large pillows off the couch and tossed it on the floor at the edge of the kitchen area. Taking a deep breath, he shifted into his Dom mindset as he looked at Silk, who was watching him with a curious hesitancy.
Pointing to the pillow, he simply said, “Kneel.”
She knelt on the pillow and assumed the slave position, knees spread, hands on thighs, back straight. The deep red of the pillow and the off-white of her dress contrasted with the burnished gold of her skin and deep black hair, creating a beautiful tableau.
“You will sit there without moving while I finish putting dinner together,” he said before turning to the kitchen. “You might want to work on clearing your mind, slowing your thoughts while you’re there.”
He heard a snort, but when he looked over his shoulder, she was staring intently at the floor in front of her.
It wouldn’t take long to make a salad and transfer the pot roast and vegetables to a serving platter. He kept watch out of the corner of his eye, but except for her chest moving with her breathing, she remained still. Her eyes were closed, though her shoulders were tensing and her expression grew tighter the longer she sat there. Her thighs were spread far enough apart that he was even able to see the glistening of her damp pussy between them. His cock twitched with his need to touch his pretty wildcat, which hurried him through dinner’s final preparations.
Once he had everything where he wanted, he moved to stand before her. “Ready to eat?”
She jolted in surprise. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
Rafe couldn’t help but grin. “I asked if you were ready for dinner. Or would you prefer to sit and be still a while longer?”
Her rumbling stomach and blushing cheeks answered for her. Holding out a hand, he smiled. “You’ve caught onto the concept of physical stillness quickly. What were you thinking about that had you so tense?”
Her cheeks grew even rosier as she took his hand and then stood. “Um, well, nothing important,” she stammered.
“Oh, then I have to hear what it was,” Rafe teased as he escorted her to the table and held her chair. Once she was seated, he pushed it in and then took the chair cattycorner from it so she was within reach.
“I was thinking about moving out of my family’s home and getting an apartment of my own. Then I began trying to work out how I was going to pay for it and buy new furniture and pay the bills. Then I thought about getting a job, and though I can do a lot of different things, none of them are worth much on the open market. I don’t want to go back to school and train for a new career, especially since my last one didn’t take off like I had hoped. That led to a debate about whether or not I even wanted to move out.”
Rafe was stunned. “All that in five minutes?”
Silk smiled ruefully as she shrugged. “There was some other stuff, but it wasn’t important. Dinner looks wonderful,” she said, turning away the spotlight.
“I didn’t ask earlier. You do eat meat, don’t you?”
“I’ll eat just about anything, though I’ve cut back on bread and pasta, much to my mother’s horror,” Silk said with a smile. “She doesn’t understand why women want to look like sticks or little boys.”
“She’s right,” Rafe said as he filled her plate. “Real men want a woman who looks like a woman, with padding and something to hold onto, not a skin-and-bones waif who might break if we hold her too hard.”
“That’s what Dominic says, too.”
After that, things got quiet as they ate. Rafe was pleased that Silk wasn’t afraid to have seconds, even if it was just potatoes and carrots. At least their conversation had not dampened her appetite, and she would need that extra energy for later, for he had an energetic evening planned.
Once they were finished, they cleared the table. When Silk began running water to wash the dishes, Rafe stopped her.
“You cooked, I’ll clean, though you’ll have to put the dishes away,” she said with a smile.
“That’s fine, but first…” Rafe said, turning her so they were face-to-face. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of her slip and, in one quick motion, pulled it up her body. When he reached her armpits, she lifted her arms, and he pulled it off and tossed onto the counter by the door that led to the garage stairs.
“Now you won’t get your pretty slip wet,” he explained, trying to stay serious.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smirk before turning back to the sink.
Once he had dealt with the leftovers and the last of the dirty dishes were within her reach, Rafe moved to stand right behind her. She continued moving, swaying with the light jazz he had playing even as she continued washing and rinsing dishes. Watching her move with the sinuous flexibility of a dancer had him hard and ready to pounce.
Moving to stand behind her with only a couple of inches separating them, Rafe could smell her arousal. She was as ready
for the rest of the evening to begin as he was. He had to bite back a groan when she shifted, and her butt and lower back brushed back and forth over his hard cock.
His hands settled on her hips, massaging them gently before sliding up the sides of her body and then around to the front to cup her bountiful breasts. She was on the last pot, thank God.
As he trapped her peaked nipples between finger and thumb, he dropped his head forward, placing kisses across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. “You have two minutes to finish washing that pot and get upstairs to the playroom or you’ll earn another punishment,” he whispered, his voice low and gravel-rough.
“Ye…yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
A moment later, when his fingers began to roll her nipples, his touch growing tighter, her hands stilled in the water and she leaned back into him. She moaned a protest when he released her and stepped back. “A minute thirty,” he said, turning and walking away, which earned him a whining growl from Silk.
* * * *
Silk started counting as she finished the last pot, quickly rinsing and setting it in the dish drainer. Though the kitchen still needed to be wiped down, she forced herself to out of the room and up the stairs to the third floor. She was out of breath when she stepped into the room she recognized as being Rafe’s playroom.
Not sure exactly what she should do since she’d never played in a private setting before, Silk left the door open and knelt. Her nerves were jangling at putting herself in this situation, though Dominic knew who she had left with. If she turned up missing, her brother would see that Rafe was questioned by the police.
She only hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“Wildcat,” Rafe said as a warm hand settled on the top of her head. “When you are in this room, you are to relax, mind and body. I will do the thinking, and you will relax and enjoy. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered automatically, though she found herself unable to relax.
“Come over here. We’re going to work on melting all your cares away and hopefully that will lead to stillness of mind and body.”
Without a word, Silk stood and walked to where Rafe stood beside a table. “Deep breath, hold for a count of five, then blow out all the negative energy,” he said.
Silk did as he ordered, surprised when he did the exercise with her. They did three such breaths and she felt the tension across her shoulders lessening. By the fourth breath, her thoughts were slowing down somewhat, and she was able to focus on this room and not the thousand-and-one other things that normally occupied her mind.
After the fifth exhalation, Rafe pushed her to lay face-down on the table. “No moving,” he said.
In the next second, a hot pain the size and shape of his hand burst over her right ass cheek. A moment later, the same feeling bloomed over her left. The third was centered between the two and joined the others in a daisy chain of painful heat. She had no time to react before he was rolling her so she lay face-up on the table. The table was just wide enough that her head dropped back on one side and her ass was half hanging off the other.
“Perfect,” he said as he lifted her legs and spread them so her knees were in her armpits. “It’s wonderful that you’re so flexible. Let your head drop back and close your eyes.”
Doing as he said, she felt him wrap something stiff and confining around one hand and then the other. Once they were secure, he moved on to bind her arms and legs in a fashion that left her legs spread and everything between them completely exposed to whatever he might want to do to them.
Trying to wiggle her fingers, she realized she couldn’t. Testing her arms and legs, she found that she could only move a fraction of an inch. As his hands began to play with her body, stroke across her belly, draw circles around her breasts and flick her nipples, she began to panic and jerk at her arms and legs.
“Shhh, wildcat. You’re safe here. Relax. Stop fighting the bonds, because you’re not getting free until I finish melting your bones,” Rafe said as he continued stroking her body, her arms, her legs, wiggling each toe separately. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Breathe deep and let yourself go limp. Or do you want to use your safe word?”
Silk took a several deep breaths and took stock of her situation. She wasn’t hurting and she did trust Rafe. Besides, if he did go too far, she could always have Dominic fire him, or beat him up or something.
She knew she needed to let go, let someone else take care of her for a while instead of her always doing for others.
“No, Sir, no safe word.”
“Good girl,” Rafe said.
He plucked at her nipples, making her hiss and arch her back into his touch. Then she heard him walk around the table. A soft cloth was tied over her eyes before he moved away again. Now that her eyes were out of commission, she had to use her other senses. She heard a rustle of clothing and instinctively deduced that he was getting naked. She only hoped someday she would get to see, taste, and touch his cock.
When the room went silent, she turned her head back and forth, unable to hear where Rafe had gone. Had he left her?
“Sir?” She called, her voice an octave to high with her worry.
“Shhh, little wildcat. I’m here.” A warm hand settled high on the inside of her left thigh.” “I will never leave you alone when you are wearing my ropes. That is an accident waiting to happen. No, I was just admiring my work and wondering if I dare take a picture or two.”
The thought of having pictures of herself in such a compromised position both terrified and excited Silk, which caused her to freeze.
“What do you think? Would you like to see pictures of yourself all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey?” Rafe asked as he drew a line down the center of her body from her collar bone to the top of her mons.
When she didn’t answer, she received a sharp slap on her mons, which caused her to cry out with both surprise and pain.
“Answer the question,” Rafe ordered, his voice low and growly.
Instead of answering his question, Silk asked one of her own. “You won’t show anyone else, will you?”
A single finger slid down the valley between her pussy lips. “No, sweetheart. These pictures would only be for you and me to enjoy. No one else would ever see them.”
Silk nodded. “Then yes, Sir, I’d like to see myself trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey,” she said, her voice just snarky enough to get a laugh out of the British Dom. A moment later, she gasped as the finger that had been circling her clit slid full-length into her pussy.
“Very good answer, wildcat,” Rafe said, sounding pleased.
The finger in her pussy slid out and was replaced by two. He slowly moved them in and out, driving her need higher even as his other hand began to play with her nipples. She was quickly rising toward her orgasm when his fingers left her pussy and the air currents around her now-highly-sensitized body told her he had moved back.
Then, over the next minute, she heard several metallic clicks from around the table. “Beautiful,” he said, moving around to stand just where her head was. “Now let’s get serious about relaxing your bones.”
Chapter Seven
Rafe fisted the base of his cock, squeezing hard to keep from coming before he got to feel Silk’s mouth. He was pleased to see that once she had realized there was no escape, and that she was safe, the Italian beauty had relaxed somewhat, and assuring her that no one else would see the pictures he had taken seemed to settle her further. She wasn’t twitching or wiggling or swaying as she waited for what he was to do next to her.
And that was to give himself a bit of pleasure before he fucked her hard and fast.
Without a word, he stroked the tip of his cock across her lips, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind. He was not surprised when those lips parted and her tongue licked at her lips at the same time it stroked across the head of his cock.
Rafe groaned as he watched, unable to look away, no matter how much he might need to. Her lips and the flush on the head of his cock wer
e the same shade of deep rose. Watching her lips close around his length as he pressed forward made it harder to maintain control. Leaning forward, he rested his left hand on the table next to her body while his right hand moved toward her clit and began to play once more with all the delights that made up a woman. Her hot, wet mouth felt so good as she sucked and lapped at his cock, swirling her tongue around the head when he pulled back and sucking hard on his length when he pushed deep.
Rafe played with her clit, circling around the nub of flesh, stroking a finger up and down her maiden’s channel, dipping into her open, wet pussy to gather more of her honey. Then he stroked back and spread her juices around her puckered back hole. In response, she squeezed the star closed and trying to wiggle away, though they both knew there was nowhere for her to go.
“Has anyone ever take you back here?” he asked as one finger brushed back and forth over the opening.
She shook her head side to side. The knowledge that she was an anal virgin was a surprise, but he also delighted in the fact that he would be the first man, the only man, to take her there.
Though they were only scening for the second time, the trust she had laid at his feet, and the love he could feel growing in his heart, meant that he would do everything in his power to keep her. He had no doubt they could overcome her hyperactivity of both mind and body, and build a good life together, both in the playroom and out.
* * * *
Silk’s world closed down to only two thoughts, giving Rafe the best blowjob she could and enjoying what he was doing to her. Nothing else mattered except the pleasure she was giving and receiving. When Rafe pulled his fingers from between her legs and his cock from her mouth, she couldn’t help it. She whined.
She gasped when a hand came down hard on her mons in immediate punishment for her brattiness, but Rafe didn’t continue with a second or third slap. Instead, she felt the air move as he stepped away from the table. She listened, and heard things moving around to her left. He was looking for something, but what?
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