Page 13 of Too Hot

“My next question: Would you like to try anything tonight?”

Chapter Three

Brianna blinked. Did she want to scene with Rafe?Hell, yeah, her body yelled.Wait, what did he have planned, her mind countered. She hadn’t expected things to progress this fast. Or had she? Her body was already anticipating his hands on her more than they already had been.

“What do you have in mind, Sir?”

“How do you feel about a little sensation play?”

She’d been super curious about that and had marked it as a soft limit—labeled number one—after asking Max about it. He explained anything with a one meant you were willing to try, two, three and four would be fully negotiated, five was a hard limit. “What would you use, Sir?”

“For tonight, a feather to see how you react to it, along with my touch.”

“I’d like that, Sir.”

Rafe smiled. “Let me see what’s available.” He slipped her off his lap and onto the sofa with little effort.

Brianna was surprised. While she was small, she wasn’t that small, yet he handled her like she weighed nothing. She watched Rafe cross the room, admiring the way his leather pants cupped his ass. She’d never really liked leather pants on a man…until now.

He talked with Jordan, then nodded, and made his way back to her. His grin was infectious, and Brianna couldn’t help smiling at him.

“The bondage table is available, but I won’t restrain you. Not tonight, anyway.”

Heat hit her body, and her skin flushed. Rafe helped her stand and then led her to the small stage where one of the bondage tables sat. Her heart pounded as he helped her up onto the stage and over to the table. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, Sir.”

He nodded. “Let me help you onto the table.” Putting his hands on her waist, he lifted her.

It was a bit disconcerting how he could pick her up so easily, then she remembered he was a firefighter and in tip-top shape. Once her butt was on the table, he helped her lay face down.

She turned her head so she could see him. Jordan dropped a bag on the stage, and Rafe thanked him. Rafe picked up the bag and set it on a nearby table, then walked to the edge of the stage, took a couple of blankets from a sub, and put them on the table, as well.

Rafe unzipped his bag. The noise the zipper made sounded loud to her. Brianna closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out, then did so again. Her muscles relaxed. When she opened her eyes, Rafe was there.

“Nervous?”

“A bit, Sir.” She’d never done sensation play before. It sounded odd, but she’d never trusted someone enough to allow them to tease her skin. She trusted Rafe. It was an instinctual thing. They’d only met twice. He didn’t act like some of the Doms in the Seattle club. All full of themselves. Rafe was all about consent and making sure she was comfortable.

“I’m only going to use feathers and my hands.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Can you close your eyes for me?”

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.” Her lashes fell, and darkness descended. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just different. She couldn’t see, so instead, she concentrated on her hearing. The music playing in the background, the murmur of voices, the occasional swish of a flogger, the soft cry of a sub in pleasure.

“Someone is in their head.” His voice was soft as he touched her arms and placed them where he wanted them. His finger trailed down her arm to her palm and fingers, before it disappeared, only to reappear on her upper thigh. “Spread your legs a little, please.”

Brianna’s heart pounded harder as she slipped her legs apart. How far could this go?

“Perfect,” he said, before dropping a kiss on the small of her back.

It was then Brianna realized he hadn’t asked her to remove her clothes. That was a surprise. She fully expected him to. Anticipation hummed in her blood as she waited for his touch.

Something soft touched her shoulder, and she jumped.

“Easy,” Rafe whispered.

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