Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(48)

Despite being unable to move, the restraints didn’t scare her. She trusted Ryder to take care of her, whether they were in a kink scene or walking down the aisle in the grocery store.

He pinched her left nipple, and she soon felt something cold clamping around the peak, growing tighter and tighter. Definitely not the clothespin from last night. He did the same with the other nipple. He tugged on a chain between her nipples a few times, harder with each pull. While it stung a little, she couldn’t get over how it excited her, as well. Her clit spasmed with each tug.

“Like that, do you?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” The huskiness of her voice surprised her. She sounded almost sultry.

“Let’s see what else you might like.”

If he moved, he did so very stealthily. She waited, wondering what he would do next. When he spoke again, he was at the foot of the bed.

“Wiggle your fingers and toes.” She did so. “Any numbness or tingling?”

“No, Sir. They’re fine.”

Instantly, she felt something softly move up the sole of her right foot. She jerked in surprise, but had long ago perfected a mind over matter technique for when anyone tickled her feet. Patrick was a terrible tease and loved to torment her as a child. When Ryder moved to the other foot and tried to tickle her, she didn’t flinch.

“That’s some self-control you’re showing.”

She wasn’t sure if his words were complimentary or if he was sorry he hadn’t gotten her to scream. She smiled and decided to take it as a compliment.

Whatever he had used to tickle her feet now traveled up her left leg. What was it? Too light to be his finger. Perhaps a feather? Whatever it was, it continued to make its way up her body. When it reached her upper thigh, she wondered if he’d touch her mound or clit, but he continued to move upward. Anticipating his touch, her nipples grew harder, and the clamps bit into them. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep from screaming out. But she didn’t really want him to stop. She just needed to regain her self-control.

“Very nice.”

The object left her body, leaving her wanting more. She strained upward with her torso, hoping to feel it just a moment longer.

“Lie still unless I tell you to move.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

The silence stretched out, and about the time she wondered what he was going to use next, he placed something extremely cold against her clit. “Oh, God!” She jerked away, not caring one whit about composure. She just wanted to get away from whatever he’d put there.

“Lie still and remain silent, unless you want to have another impact session.”

She took a deep breath and regained control of herself. Thankfully, she heard what sounded like an ice cube clink into a glass bowl or cup. Maybe he was finished with that torture and would go back to something more pleasurable.

Something sharp poked her side. “Yellow!”

The object was removed immediately. Ryder rubbed the spot and dissipated the pain. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Was that a needle?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of. I remember that is one of your hard limits.”

What kinds of needles were there other than the metal ones? Pine needles? No, it was too hard for that.

“If I assure you that I’m not going to puncture your skin, would you like to explore this kink a little more?”

She trusted him. “Can I say yellow again if I need to?”

“Of course. Yellow and scarlet can always be on the table, no matter what we’re doing. Even something we’ve done before without needing a safeword.”

“Okay. I’m willing to try again and see if it’s something I might enjoy.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Megan.”

“You’ve never done anything to make me question your trustworthiness, Ryder. I mean, Sir. I just panicked for a minute.”





Chapter Sixteen





Ryder’s gaze took in her alabaster white skin. He’d confirmed during their sessions that she did have freckles in places other than on her cheeks, including her upper chest and thighs. Seeing her stretched out on her bed for him, awaiting his touch, made his heart swell with pride. She trusted him. Implicitly.

No conditions.

No hesitation.

No fear.

What a gift to grant him. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it, but hoped he would never shatter her trust.

He noted several one-inch sized surgical scars on her body and wondered what she’d had to undergo.

Anxious to begin again, he took three African porcupine quills into his hands again and positioned them evenly so that he could skim them over her skin with multiple pressure points. They probably were sharper than the needles she feared, but he wanted to see if she might enjoy scratchy sensation play, and he’d never had a chance to try these out.

“Do not move, and you won’t be hurt.”

Her body stiffened, but she held herself rigid. Taking the quills, he applied the sharpest ends to her skin and raked them down her side hard enough to leave red trails, but not to puncture her. A sharp intake of breath was the only movement she made as her chest rose and fell. He continued down the side of her hip to her leg and then the inside of her thigh where he swirled them around. He watched as her muscles bunched, probably wondering if he’d go near her sex with them, but he lifted them away from her.