Page 77 of Passionate Defense

“What kind of help, sir?”

“Straps and thigh cuffs, mostly.”

Suddenly, a tremor encompassed her body, and liquid heat surrounded his fingers. His baby liked the idea of being bound and at his mercy—nice.

“Uh...this has been a lot, Ethan. I’m not sure I can take more.”

“You want the restraints.”

“I do?”

“Oh yeah.” His words were more of a groan. “I’m knuckles deep. At the mere mention of restraints, your muscles clamped down like a vise and your juices drenched my hand.”

Lanie’s face suffused with color. It was often difficult for her to express her needs. He hoped she was too far gone with lust that she wouldn’t be shy about it.

“Ask for what you want, Lanie.”

“I want the restraints, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

After a lingering kiss, he bent to his doctor’s bag and removed everything he needed. As he buckled a lined leather cuff around each thigh, and the smaller one attached to it around her wrist, it took every ounce of control he possessed to resist the temptation of the glistening pink flesh spread before him. Moving around the table, he threaded a connecting strap under the table to keep her legs apart. Once done, he stepped back and took her in, thighs spread, wet pussy glistening, ass positioned high in the air, with her chest and shoulders lying flush on the table—so beautiful.

“Comfortable?” Ethan asked as he crouched by her head. When she arched a delicate brow and returned his gaze, he knew at least a dozen flippant answers had crossed her mind. To prevent her from getting in trouble and delaying their gratification further, he rephrased his question. “Perhaps I should ask if anything is strained or pinching.”

“I’m good, sir.”

His lips found her ear, and he nipped the lobe with his teeth. “No, Lanie. You’re perfect,” he murmured as he eased the sting with his tongue. “Thanks for talking me into the walnut table.”

He was teasing, of course. He’d wanted wood when she’d wanted glass. They’d compromised, with him getting the table and her getting the four-post bed she wanted. This was well before beginning their amorous adventures and in the end, their kinky play benefited from both selections. Funny how things work out sometimes.

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HIS CONSTANT STROKINGand caressing had her teetering on the edge. If he didn’t get her off soon, she was going to scream.

She heard a crackling sound, like tearing plastic, then came the distinct creak of a flip-top bottle of lube. She twisted, trying to see what he had in store for her next but was too tightly secured.

Lanie made a mental note to replace the painting on the far wall with a mirror. If this became a regular occurrence, she wanted to see what he was up to.

“Relax and take a deep breath while I insert this.”

Insert? He’d called this a vaginal exam, which could only mean one thing. Holy crap—a speculum! He was taking the kinky doctor act to the extreme.

When his lube slick fingers penetrated and stroked in and out, she closed her eyes, telling herself she could do this. But when something cold and rigid took their place, she imagined the metal blades opening her for Ethan to look deep inside. She panicked. It was too intimate, and much too much.

“Ethan! Wait.”

He tensed behind. “What’s wrong?”

“Please, tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

“Lanie, do you remember a few minutes ago when I asked you to trust me? What did I say?”

She racked her brain, desperately searching her memory. It wasn’t until his fingers traveled from her cheek to her back, hips, and thighs, his touch gentle and reassuring, that her mind untangled enough for her to think straight.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want or wouldn’t enjoy.”

“That’s right. I want you to trust in me. If you don’t feel you can, your safeword ends this. As always, it’s your choice.”

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