Page 87 of Dr. Bad Boy

It’s a good line. A standard one. I’ll even admit it makes me hard. But it’s not what I want to hear. I shake my head. “Do you need subspace? Do you need pain? Both? Do you—”

“I want to feel your marks all over me,” she says quickly, and I forgive the interruption because it’s exactly what I need to know. But then I tug her hair, hard, because she wouldn’t want me to forgive anything.

And she’s shown me over and over again she doesn’t want me to hold back.

“Don’t interrupt me, kitten.”

“I’m sorry.” Her nipples tighten as I raise my hand, encouraging her up onto her toes, to the full extension of her body and then a fraction more. “I was nervous, that’s all. It came to me and I wanted to be honest.”

I did tell her that honesty would be rewarded. “You’re lucky I like your answer.” I flick my fingernail against her nipple. “Back up.”

Her gaze doesn’t leave my face as she takes a step backwards, trusting that I’ll put here where I want her.

And tonight, that’s on the cross.

Mine is an oversized X against the wall. A Saint Andrew’s Cross, heavy hardwood with black iron anchor points at each end. I wait until we’re right in front of it to spin her around.

She inhales sharply, then smiles. I can feel it rolling through her body, her shoulders lifting along with the corners of her lush lips. I move around her, taking in the look on her face as I silently grab the rope that I need. Black to match the iron rings. Black to stand out from her skin.

Black to match the mood I want to sink into, but I’m struggling a bit with that tonight.

We both are. I return to the thought that something’s on Violet’s mind. She’s more present than just going through the motions, but there’s noise buzzing somewhere in the back of her mind.

Maybe work. I know a few things about that. And that’s off-limits for us to discuss.

But what if it’s something else?

And why do I care? She’s here, ready and willing to submit to a whole host of pain I want to inflict on her tonight. She’ll get wet, I’ll get hard, and I’ll fuck her while she’s still tied to the cross.

And all of that is going to happen. I lash her left wrist to the cross.

But there’s something else going on… I lash her right wrist as well. Good and tight.

I step back and look at her.

Bare to my gaze, all creamy skin and endless curves. Her hair is long and loose. That won’t do, not for what I’ve got planned. I step closer again and sweep it over her shoulder, around to the front.

I kiss the back of her neck, pressing hard with my mouth. Hard enough to push her forward and into the cross. “Spread your legs,” I whisper, lazily slapping her ass.

She steps wider, and I think about tying her ankles down as well, but it might be better for tonight’s purposes if she has to hold still. If she has to hold that concentration and be good for me.

“Perfect.” I give a decisive nod she can’t see and spin on my heel, my plan now clear in front of me. I cross to the toy cabinet and retrieve two floggers and a paddle.

When I return, I touch her hip, then smooth my hand down her back before squeezing the fleshiest curve of her bottom.

She hisses as she sucks in a breath.

“Ready?”

“Yes…” she breathes, relaxing forward.

That won’t last long.

I eyeball the flogger in my hand and my distance from her. A quick snap of my wrist brings the falls down on her mid-back.

She jerks in surprise. That didn’t hurt, I’m just testing my distance, but she was expecting it on her ass.

We’ll get there.

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