Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(47)
“Think about it, Ryder. For now, I want to know when my next kink session will be.”
“We’ll see.”
Megan slugged him playfully on the arm. “I wish you’d quit saying that.”
“Anticipation is half the journey, Baby.”
He couldn’t wait for tonight. He’d hate himself again tomorrow, but the thought of not participating in more of her initial journey into submission twisted his gut even more.
*
Megan knelt on the rug waiting for Ryder that evening. He’d touched her more often today than before. Innocent touches, but each one still sent her reeling. She wanted more. So much more.
Soon they would have their second session. He’d left her waiting here for what seemed like hours but probably wasn’t even fifteen minutes.
“Anticipation is half the journey, Baby.”
True. Her heart beat faster, and her breath became shallower just thinking about him walking into the room. This time, he’d asked her to remove all of her clothing first. He assured her they would not be having sex, even though she wanted him to be her first lover. But she would settle for the time spent exploring her kinky side. In many ways, it was probably as intimate as having sex would be.
Not that she had any sexual experiences to compare.
Blindfold already in place, she tilted her head to where she’d be looking at the precise spot he’d directed her to gaze at yesterday.
With daylight gone, the room took on a chill, and she felt her nipples grow hard as an air current passed over her. Where was Ryder?
She couldn’t wait for—
“Beautiful, Baby. Thank you.”
She smiled. “My pleasure, Sir.”
His voice came from near the doorway, but the next time he spoke, he was closer to the bed. “Are you ready to try some new things?”
“Very ready, Sir.” If only he knew how wet she was thinking about this time together. Maybe— “Take my hand. It’s in front of your breasts.” She reached out and made contact with his warm hand. “Stand.” She let him help her to her feet. “Hands behind your back again.” She complied. “Very nice. Let me inspect you.”
Inspection? Would he find her body exciting or lacking in some way? He moved so silently that she hadn’t realized he now stood behind her until he spoke once more. “So beautiful. Mine. For tonight, at least.”
She went from euphoria at being claimed to sadness because he would only allow her to be his submissive for a short time.
The heat of his body warmed her backside before he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her small breasts. She wondered if his wife’s were more ample.
He pinched her nipples. “I love how responsive you are to my touch, my gaze.”
She smiled. He liked them.
His lips brushed the side of her neck. He’d instructed her to tie her hair into a top bun tonight. She supposed so he could do things like kiss her neck without a mouthful of hair. When he nipped at her skin, she moaned.
“Nice. Thank you.”
She wasn’t sure what she’d done to elicit his praise, but his words made her happy.
“Ready to play?”
She nodded.
“Speak. You can’t know if I’ll see a nod or shake of the head. I need to hear you consent verbally.”
“Yes, Sir. Your submissive is ready.”
The hands that had been stroking her breasts stopped, and she worried that he hadn’t liked her referring to herself as his sub, but she didn’t know how else to name it, at least in this moment and this scene.
“We’ll explore some more boundaries tonight. See where to set more limits.”
A tiny frisson of fear flashed through her mind as she remembered how much the paddling had hurt yesterday, but he cupped her chin and turned her head sideways while remaining behind her. “Remember your safewords?”
“Yes. Scarlet and yellow.”
“When do you use them?”
She repeated what he’d taught her yesterday.
“Good. Use them if you need them. Don’t wait until your breaking point, and don’t compare yourself to anyone else. What’s right for you doesn’t have to be what’s right for anyone else, but it’s just as valid.”
“I understand, Sir. I’ll remember to use the appropriate word if I need it.”
“Good girl.”
He lifted her into his arms, and she squealed in surprise, but quickly regained her composure. He laid her on the bed. A moment later, he was fitting something on her right wrist. She smelled leather. He manipulated her hand and wrist. Something clicked into place before he slipped his finger between her and the cuff.
“How does that feel? Not too tight?”
“No. Feels like someone hugging my wrist.”
He stretched out her arm toward the headboard. He seemed to be using rope again. She didn’t hear any chains.
“If you feel any tingling or numbness, you’re to tell me using yellow at the first sign. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He laid her arm back on the mattress and did the same with her ankle, tying her to the footboard before moving around to the other side of the bed to secure her other hand and foot. If Carlos’s grandmother could see how her iron bed was being used, she’d probably flip over a few times in her grave.