I don’t respond. I’m used to wearing it back in a ponytail when I’m at school or work. With the animals at Safe Harbor, it’s much easier than having their paws get tangled in it. When I’m studying, I don’t like it falling in my face at school. When I’m at Surrender, I guess it just seems practical. I’ve been wearing it pulled back in a ponytail when I’m not at home for years. Habit. It feels funny falling over my shoulders.
He guides me over to the wall and turns me so that my back is against the pegboard. “Spread your legs.”
I step out, but when he crouches down, he pulls my ankle farther, wraps a Velcro cuff around it, and secures it with the chains to one of the pegs. He does the same to my other leg, and I’m breathing heavily before he even stands.
He slides his hands up my legs as he rises, making me shudder with anticipation. When he takes one of my wrists and stretches it high and wide, I whimper.
He meets my gaze after securing it in the same fashion as my ankles. “You okay, Cindy?”
“Yes, Sir. Anxious. Nervous. Excited.”
“Good. Let me know if that turns into stressed or worried.” He lifts a brow.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
After he secures my other wrist, I start panting. When he lifts a black blindfold and wraps it around my head, my mouth falls open. The moment the world goes black, my nipples stiffen.
“How’s that?” he asks.
“Fine, Sir.” I give my arm a practice tug. I’m not going anywhere until he decides to release me. That fact heightens my arousal. Something about the blindfold changes everything.
He’s not touching me now, and I’m not sure exactly where he is.
Finally, something soft lands on my cheek and dances down to my neck. A feather maybe? I lift my shoulder and tip my head into the touch, but I can’t move far enough to accomplish anything. When the feather dips between my breasts, I draw in a breath.
“You’re so responsive,” Master Hudson whispers. “I can see your nipples through the lace of your bra. They’re hard.” His words make them harder.
He dips the feather—I’m certain it’s a feather now—into the cup of my bra, and I arch my chest toward him. “I should have removed your bra, too. Now that I see how much you enjoy restraint, I want to see your breasts. Do you mind if I unhook it?”
I nod. “That would be fine, Sir.” I want him to see my chest. Hell, I want him to touch, tease, taste, suck.
He reaches behind me, unclasps the hook, and then draws the lace away from my body. Since I’m restrained, the only way he can get it out of the way is to lift it over my head and tuck it behind my neck.
I shudder at the exposure. My breasts are not the largest by any stretch of the imagination, but I think they’re nice. They’re what men would call perky, I guess.
Master Hudson sets his fingers on the upper swell of them and trails them around in circles, avoiding my nipples. “You’re so damn sexy.” His words are gravelly. He’s good for my ego.
“Thank you, Sir.”
When he flicks his thumbs over my nipples, I gasp. He might as well have thrust into me, as aroused as that one act makes me. He does it again, and then steps back.
The feather returns, teasing my breasts in random spots. I can’t predict where he might touch me next. He drags the softness up one side of my breast and then down the center. He taps the tips, making me flinch every time.
“I could do this for hours. I love how responsive you are.”
I hope he doesn’t. Well, actually, he can’t. I need to return to work at some point, I think smugly.
When he trails the feather down my belly, I suck in a breath. And then the feather is gone. Something else is touching me. It’s cold. I gasp at the first contact. Something metal against my cheek. It could be anything. A spoon, maybe.
He trails it over my shoulders and then torments my breasts again. When he flattens the cold curve of it over my breast, I squirm. A moan escapes my lips. I’m so damn aroused. Just like Wednesday. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I want him to fuck me, but I have a feeling he won’t. Not here. Not until we get back to his place.
The metal item continues to tease my skin in random locations, including between my legs. When he taps my pussy with it, I jump. He does it again, bringing me to my toes. I struggle against the restraints. I need more. I need him to touch me. I don’t care what he uses as long as he touches my clit.
The metal item disappears, and something softer touches my nipple. Rubber. He rolls it across the swollen bud and over to the other. A dildo? When he slaps it gently against my nipple, I arch toward him.
He’s breathing heavily. Good. He drags the blunt tip of the object down my center and then brushes it against my pussy. I’m pretty sure it’s a cock of some sort.
Suddenly, his hand is on my pussy, cupping me. “You’re soaked.”
I groan, clenching my inner walls.
“You want this inside you, Cindy?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He tugs my thong to one side and drags the tip of the dildo through my wetness.
I moan louder.
“Mmm. I don’t think you’re ready for this cock yet.”
I’m panting. “I am, Sir. I promise.”
He chuckles. “Is that so?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Right…here?” He lines the tip of it up with my entrance, teasing me mercilessly.
“Yes. Please, Sir.” I rise onto my toes and then drop back down.
“Mmm. Not tonight.” The dildo is gone.
I’m whimpering. My brain is mush. I need to come so badly. The only other time I’ve been this desperate was the other night, but this is worse.
One of his hands lands on my hip, the other strokes through my folds. And then he thrusts two fingers into me like he did the other night. “God, yes. I wasn’t willing to miss out on the feel of your tight channel around my fingers. No way was I going to waste this feeling on that fake cock.”
I writhe against him, my mouth open, my breasts heavy.
He takes his time, stretching me, learning me, teasing me with slow strokes and easy glances over my clit.
I’m a hot mess, panting and gasping and fighting the urge to beg.
Finally, he sets his thumb on my clit and rubs, reaching his fingers deep, scissoring them.
I come immediately, hard pulses that make me shake. If I weren’t being held up by the cuffs around my wrists, I’m afraid I might fall.
Master Hudson slides his hand up to my neck and holds my head, his lips coming down on mine. The kiss is powerful and deep. So much emotion.
I know he’s the dominant here and I’m the sub, but I feel a rush of power all the same. He might have made me come yet again without giving me a hint of his flesh, but he’s clearly turned on by me, and that makes my heart soar.
Chapter 7
Master Hudson
Cindy is quiet in the car on the way to my place. She fidgets every few minutes, too. I’m not surprised. I reach over and grasp her hand at one point, squeezing it and then holding it against my thigh. It forces her to lean closer. I like her close.
Her hair is still down. When she went back to the front desk, I didn’t give her the hairband. It’s still in my pocket. I’m sure she has ten more in her bag, but she didn’t put one on, which pleases me.