Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(40)
The pine-log, king-sized bed had been made this morning with a midnight blue and orange Indian blanket Mrs. Chosa had woven. It didn’t quite cover the entire bed, but he liked the homespun bedspread.
The bedposts would provide some excellent tie-down points for bondage, but he had no intention of doing that with Megan. Not in this room, or this bed, anyway. He wouldn’t be able to stand it when she left as it was, but having his bedroom filled with her memory? Her scent? No. They would make her bedroom their playroom.
He stared at the toy bag on the bed and, with a sigh, opened it again. The first implements he pulled out were a pair of buffalo hide floggers. Fourteen inches. Great for Florentine floggings. Probably not for a beginner, though, so he set them aside.
Damn, it had been so long since he’d negotiated a scene with a new partner, he hadn’t even thought to discuss pain levels or her hard limits. They would remedy that when he returned to her bedroom. Next, he pulled out a riding crop. She seemed to like leather. He’d bought this one at a powwow at a pueblo up the road two summers ago.
A package of nipple clamps followed. Too advanced for her, but he grabbed a couple of clothespins instead. Oh, yeah. Her nipples were f*cking responsive to the slightest touch or look. He’d have some fun with these tonight, but would eventually advance to the clamps.
He pulled out a few more items and decided her first lesson would be experiencing how a variety of implements made her feel.
She hadn’t freaked out when he’d covered her eyes while they’d been hiking. If she consented and he was certain she had no fear, he might blindfold her. An invisible weight lifted off his body. He hadn’t had this much anticipation for having fun in a very long time.
No. This wasn’t about him having fun, but more about showing her how to have fun. Kinky fun.
Ryder smiled. What god had he pleased so well to have this woman drop into his life to become such a willing and eager partner?
He looked forward to tonight more than he had any other night in a long while.
Chapter Thirteen
Megan knelt, waiting for Ryder to return. She hoped he’d return soon. He would. She trusted him.
Would he ask her to remove her clothes at some point? At least her surgery had been done laparoscopically. Only tiny scars remained from her four surgeries.
She wanted to feel his callused hand and whatever toys he brought to play with rubbing against her bare skin. Her face flushed thinking about what he might introduce her to on their first night.
Her nipples strained against her bra. The thought of him pinching them to even harder peaks made her wet between her legs. Dear God, just thinking about him and what he might do had her near the point of an orgasm. How would she last if he chose to torment her too long?
His footsteps sounded in the hallway, and she straightened her back even more, worried she might have slacked off from maintaining the position he’d asked her to hold. She wanted him to be impressed with her eagerness to please, at least. The thought of disappointing him made her stomach churn.
“Very pretty, Baby. You did well.”
Her nervousness dissipated at his words of approval. She met his gaze. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Where is your gaze supposed to be?”
“Oh, I forgot!” She stared at the invisible spot on the floor about where he’d indicated earlier.
“It takes time to learn discipline, Megan, but try to concentrate on the few commands I give you. I will try not to overload you all at once.”
Those words made it sound like tonight was only the beginning. God, she hoped so.
“Now, I want you to avert your gaze and look at the window.”
As she followed his new command, Ryder proceeded to the bed. It was dark outside, but she wasn’t asked to look out the window, just at it. She listened for the sound of chains or metal clanking, but heard nothing. A few minutes later, he pulled the chair from the desk closer to where she knelt and sat down. She started to look toward him, but remembered she needed to wait for instructions.
This submission stuff was harder than she’d anticipated.
“Look at me, Baby.”
She turned her head toward him. If he kept calling her Baby, she was going to lose her heart. Red was a fun nickname, but Baby just made her melt.
“Are you feeling any discomfort?”
She brought her focus back. “Well, now that you ask, my knees hurt.”
He reached onto the bed and tossed a pillow onto the floor. “Crawl onto the pillow and turn your body toward me when you get back into position.”
She complied and waited. He had removed his shirt and donned a leather vest. His chest muscles peeked from between the lapels of the vest, making her want to reach out and see if they were as firm as they appeared to be. His abdominals were just as ripped. The man hadn’t let his body go to pot after his service ended.
She became aware of his scrutiny and waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. His gaze made her aware of her body in ways she never had been before, and she hoped he saw something he liked. Her breasts were tiny, and her waist thicker than she’d like. He couldn’t see her hips, but he seemed to enjoy the view when they were down at the Rio Guadalupe wading in the water.
As he continued to stare in silence, she felt her nipples grow hard again. She’d never had a problem with them being so responsive before, but they seemed to react to Ryder at the drop of a hat.