Page 129 of Healing the Heart

“My kitty wants more. Is that right?”

She turned her flaming face to the side and buried it in her upstretched arm as she nodded.

“No, no. You know the rules. During a scene, you must ask for what you want, so there’s no risk of miscommunication.”

“I want you to...whip my pussy, sir.”

“Such a good pet,” he hummed as the tails fell across the front of one leg, just above her knee. “Open wider for me,” he ordered, and she immediately obeyed.

“Hmm... Hang on a minute,” he stated, not satisfied.

In cuffs and chains, on the verge of climax, what choice did she have except to hang on?

His fingers brushed her right thigh, and he buckled a wide cuff around it. Next, she heard a ratcheting sound as a chain and pulley raised her leg and her toes left the floor.

“Master Noah,” she cried in alarm.

His hand on her hip squeezed in reassurance. “I wouldn’t let you fall, pet. This position will open you up to my flogger and even more intense pleasure.”

Balanced like a flamingo on one leg, she didn’t notice he’d moved in front of her until the next stroke landed on her inner thigh with a very wet splat. She closed her eyes, moaning in need as much as embarrassment. The sound repeated when the tails connected on the other side. And she quickly forgot her mortification when the next stroke landed dead center between them.

A jolt of pleasure rocked her body. Of their own accord, her hips jutted forward, needing another to send her soaring, which Noah delivered. Fiona shuddered. A rainbow of colors flashed before her eyes, and a guttural cry of pure ecstasy echoed through the chamber as her orgasm exploded.

Distantly, she heard a clatter, but it was forgotten as Noah moved in close. His hands steadied her at the hips before he drove his cock up inside her. What followed was anything but quiet. The chains rattled overhead, skin slapped skin, and there were wet noises she’d care about later. Mostly, he growled and groaned into her mouth as he sought his release. Surging harder and faster, he found it a few strokes later, as did she, trussed up like a Christmas goose—correction, a Christmas flamingo—she came again while purring in utter contentment.

Afterward, lying on the bed in the shadowy corner, Fiona cuddled up to his side, her hands free to roam as they would. Her palm tingled from the smattering of hair on his chest, but she didn’t stop, watching the diamond solitaire catch what light it could as she made slow circles.

“You seem past your fear of restraints,” he murmured, startling her.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“With you rubbing me? Not happening.”

“I’m being selfish. You were in surgery all day and did all the work here. You must be exhausted.”

He caught her hand when she moved it and put it back where it was. “I wasn’t complaining. It’s nice being petted for a change.”

She ran her fingers through the smattering of bronze curls on his chest. “You’re furry, but you don’t purr when you come. You growl.”

“Like a dog?”

“Not to be insulting, but yes. A sexy dog. Or a bear.”

Chuckling, he curled his arm, pulling her in closer and planting a kiss on her lips. “No insult taken, kitten.”

She snuggled close, smiling. “A cat and a dog. I’m surprised we get along so well.”

“Growing up, my cat and dog were best friends. She’d groom him, and he’d curl around her when sleeping, as if guarding her.”

“Like you do with me.”

“See? Not so strange after all.”

Noah rolled onto his side and buried his face in her hair. “Our time is about up, but I’m too comfortable to move.”

“Is it possible no one has it reserved after us?”

“Nope. All the rooms are fully booked for an entire month. That’s why we were playing tonight no matter how tired I was.”

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