Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(7)

The look on her face made me laugh.  "It's just for cutting clothes.  I would never cut your skin.  The thought is abhorrent to me.  I just want to blister it a little."

I moved to her, grabbing the front of her bra, pulling it out, and cutting it cleanly in one motion, taking the cups apart.

I watched her ni**les tighten, pinching them several times, each time harder than the next.  "How sensitive are they?  Did you like the first touch better, or the last?"  I pinched harder, until she moaned, and had to stifle my own moan.  "Or the fourth time?"

She swallowed hard but answered quickly.  "The fourth."

"Good.  I have something for you."  I went back to the nightstand drawer, put the knife away, and grabbed a pair of nipple clamps I'd picked out earlier.

The clamps were peach colored, with a silver chain connected between them.  I wrapped the chain around the back of her neck, fastening it there.

She took it well when I pinched them onto each hard peak.

"Nipple clamps," I explained.  "Are they too tight?"

She shook her head, studying them.

They looked perfect on her.  In fact, I couldn't decide if I even wanted to pierce her, they looked so right.

Next, I cut off her thong, watching her face to gauge her reaction.

"Climb on the bed," I ordered, voice gone hoarse.

She obeyed.

"Climb over to that ramp until your knees are touching it.  Yes, right there."

I climbed up behind her, pushing her face down onto the ramp I'd arranged in the middle of the bed, which pushed her ass up just where I wanted it.

Her cheek was touching the riding crop, and she was trembling.  It was almost too much.

"This isn't your knee," she told me.

That surprised a laugh out of me.  "It is not.  My lap isn't a safe place for you at the moment.  We'll get to that, though, I promise."

I slipped a rope over her ankle, then drew it taut.

"The more you struggle, the more these will chafe.  Keep that in mind."  I secured her other ankle, then moved to her wrists, binding her quickly.

I moved behind her again, leaning over her until I was flush against her back, my erection digging into her ass.

She wiggled, and I swatted one cheek lightly.

"Hold still," I ordered and slid the crop out from under her cheek.

I moved off her.

She moaned in protest, and I lightly spanked her again.

My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest as I just studied her for a long time, almost nervous to start.

She looked so beautiful like that.  So perfect, tied up, bound for my use.

This was my poetry, my art, her body my canvas.

I felt giddy for what was to come.

"Do you have anything to say before I begin?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cavendish," she said, arching her back.

I hummed, deep in my throat, and let the crop fly.

I started lightly, only hitting harder when I saw her reaction.

She moaned and wriggled, and I could see how wet this was making her.

I made myself stop, panting at the effort.  I didn't want to overdo it, when I was still so unsure of her limits.

She arched and muttered a protest, rubbing her chest against the ramp.

I felt dizzy.  I held my hand out in front of me, and it was shaking.

I'd never jumped into something so fast or carelessly before.  My instincts told me she wasn't a liar, but instincts could be wrong, and for all I knew, she wasn't even on the pill.

I'd been scrupulous about protection from the time I'd become sexually active.  Getting some random woman pregnant simply wasn't an option for me, as plenty of fortune hunters would have loved nothing more than to take advantage of a careless moment.

None of this had slipped my mind.  It wasn't a matter of oversight.  Not at all.

It was a change of heart.

My MO was evolving rapidly into something even I didn't recognize or completely understand.  But I did understand something.  I'd be coming inside of her bare.  The thought of getting her pregnant wasn't even that alarming to me.  In fact, if I was honest with myself, the idea of tying her to me in such a way was more than a little appealing.

I glanced down at my heavy erection.  It was swollen to the point of painful, turning red, thick veins apparent along my shaft.  I twitched, pr**cum dribbling out from my tip.

I'd never been so aroused in my life.

"I need to stop there," I told her gruffly.  "I don't want you too sore to lie on your back when I take you."

More of that silence from her that I had no notion what to do with.

My attention caught on her creamy white flesh.  "Fuck.  I can see the liquid running down your legs."  I fingered the trail of moisture on her thigh.

"We need to do a few things before I f**k you.  I have a health exam on the table over there.  I've been tested.  All the results are clean.  Do you want to see it?  It's available for you.  I want to bury my c**k in you bare, if you'll allow.  You said you're on the pill, right?"

She nodded.  "I am.  I'll take your word for it.  If I thought you'd lie about something like that, I wouldn't be letting you tie me up and pound the V-card out of me, now would I?"