Page 82 of Her Guardian
Sarah
I’m naked.
Boyd even removed my earrings, and the knotted bracelet Lea gave me when we were in high school.
Now I’m on my knees, blindfolded, with my face pressed against Boyd’s massive bed and my ass raised high in the air. There are leather cuffs on my wrists, and my arms are stretched forward. I assume the other end of the rope is tied to the headboard. A second set of cuffs is around my ankles, and while they’re not stretched as tight as my arms, I can’t move much.
I’m putting a lot of trust in Boyd, but he hasn’t given me a reason not to. Just more reason to keep trusting him. To keep getting wrapped up in him. To keep… falling. Further and further. So close to those three words that I’m scared I might say them too soon.
“Are you ready for your spanking?” Boyd asks, rubbing my ass with his hand.
“Not really,” I murmur. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“That’s why you’re not going to hate this one,” he chuckles. “Not that you hated the other ones that much, either. You get too wet to hate it.”
“Still hurts,” I whine, squirming nervously when he pulls his hand away.
Something with a point touches my inner thigh. I flinch and jerk, but it moves against my skin. It feels like leather. Harder and stiffer than the cuffs. It disappears and a second later, it stings my inner thigh when it lands there with an audible smack. I kick my feet and whimper.
“What was that?” I groan.
“What did it feel like?” he asks.
“Too small to be a paddle,” I whisper, then it lands on the back of my other thigh. “I don’t know…”
“It’s a riding crop,” he announces, dragging the tip up and down my inner thighs before slapping it against my ass. “And if you really want to know, it’s got a star-shaped tip, because that’s the only one they had.”
“Oh, that’s what was poking me,” I giggle, then get a harder slap from the crop that makes my giggle die out. “Ow!”
Boyd continues to tease and smack me with the crop. He focuses on my ass and the back of my thighs when he spanks me, but the tip teases my inner thighs more than anywhere else, and I get the occasional smack there as well.
Then he drags the crop higher, teasing my folds, parting them, and pressing the tip to my clit. I whimper and squirm, especiallywhen he rotates the crop, making the tip move around my clit in a circular motion. I get into it, moving in unison with the crop, panting, and letting out a series of soft moans before he pulls the crop away and it lands on my folds with a loud pop.
“Hey!” I squeal, kicking my feet.
Boyd caresses the spot where the crop landed, and I whimper as the sting dissipates. But that doesn’t stop him from doing it again, after he teases me a little more. The more he teases me, the wetter I get, and I can feel the arousal on my inner thighs.
Then I find out that the crop isn’t the only new toy he has to try on me. There’s also a feather that nearly drives me mad when he drags it along my skin. A wooden paddle that stings a lot more than the riding crop. And something that makes his finger vibrate when he toys with my pussy.
But he doesn’t rush things. He makes good on his promise to spank and torment me. I’m breathless, begging for a release, and a whimpering mess with my inner thighs coated in my essence before I even hear him start to undress.
If I didn’t have this blindfold on, the only thing I’d be able to see is a blur. I’m so needy and turned on it feels like I might orgasm the next time I feel the heat from his skin, even if he doesn’t touch me.
But I don’t have to worry about that. His weight shifts the bed, his hands spread my thighs wider, and I feel his cock between my legs.
“I need permission to come before you… keep going,” I whimper. “Seriously, I’m not going to last. There’s no way.”
Boyd reaches down and rubs a finger through my slickness, then adjusts his cock so that he’s pressing on my entrance. “I should torment you a little longer. Make you really beg,” he growls, pushing into me. “But I won’t do that tonight. You can come, Sarah. Be as needy as you want.”
“Thank you,” I whimper, gasping as he goes deep.
The mountain of a man moves with purpose, filling me with one slow, powerful thrust that forces a moan from my lips. My wrists strain against the cuffs as my back arches. I need him. Crave more than just the rhythm of his hips. I need the connection. The weight of him. The sound of his voice. The way his roughness resonates, while being paired something slightly gentler just beneath the surface.
My core clenches as I feel him begin to move. He’s merciless and patient all at once, grinding deep before pulling back, dragging every inch of tension out of me. Like I’m his. Because I am. I’ve given him everything except my heart and those three words I’m scared to say too soon, but he’ll claim those. I know he will. My fate was sealed the moment Massimo turned me over to Big Mafia Boyd.
“Oh, sweet mercy,” I groan, feeling the pressure build as fast I expected. Then I come hard, before I can say anything else. “Fuck!”
“I love the way your body responds to me,” Boyd hisses, driving his cock into my quivering pussy while I climax. “Every single time.”
