She reached for the comforter but thought better of it. He’d already seen her naked on several occasions and he would certainly not approve of her hiding her body from view, not after all their intimate moments together. “How long have I been asleep, Master?”
“Not long, my pet. Perhaps an hour or two.” He took a drink from his glass. “Did you nap well?”
“Yes, Master.” She wasn’t about to admit that she was sore. She wanted to play some more.
“We’ll take a shower later.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “We?” I could go for that. She could feel his gaze drop to her chest, and her nipples hardened instantly. Declan smirked when she gasped. He took another slow sip from his drink before setting it aside and rising from his chair.
“I’d like to try something with you before we shower. Are you up for it?”
She watched him cross over to the closet and placed his hand on whatever hid underneath the blanket in front of it. Charlie swallowed hard. It could be my best wet dream come to life or my worst nightmare. She reminded herself that Declan promised he wouldn’t hurt her. “Yes, Master.”
He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “Good girl.”
Whatever the blanket concealed, it was something on wheels. He moved it easily to the end of the bed so it was perpendicular between the footboard and the seating area. He pressed his foot on something, as though he was locking brakes into place.
“Charlotte, get up and put your heels back on.”
She quickly swung her legs out of bed and stood. She was a bit wobbly, like a newborn deer. Charlie grabbed hold of the nightstand until she steadied herself. She shook the cobwebs clear from her head, located her shoes and slipped her still stocking clad feet into them. Charlie stood before Declan in her stockings, garter, and heels.
“Come here, Charlotte.”
Her heels clicked loudly on the teak floor. When she reached his side, Declan leaned in and kissed her softly, almost chastely on the lips. He then turned her to face the contraption and slowly pulled the blanket away revealing what looked like an odd sort of bench. It looked like a miniature version of a pommel horse, although there were no handles on top. The end closest to his bed had a cuff attached on either side. She now noticed small handles in front of the cuffs.
Declan led her forward until she stood with her hips pressing against the bench. “Lie down on your stomach, Charlotte.”
For a slip of time, her safe word was on her lips. But his promise reverberated in her thoughts, and she had remembered that so far he had only done what he promised. He had not hurt her in any way, and instead awakened dormant, secreted away desires. She took a deep breath and bent forward, his hand still firmly holding her arm.
The bench was padded, the material covering it was soft like suede. It was wide enough that her whole body could lie on top of it.
Charlie turned her head to rest her cheek on the butter like padding, watching Declan as he placed her hands on the handles and secured her wrists. It was much like bending face-first over a table.
“Are you okay, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Master.”
Declan studied her for a moment. Charlie got a nice view of his waist and his bulging erection straining against the confines of his jeans. She licked her lips, wondering when she would get a chance to wrap her lips, tongue, and hands around that lovely specimen of masculinity again. She was contemplating how deep she could take him in when her front end suddenly dipped down. She cried out in shock, gripping the handles tightly.
“Are you still okay, Charlotte?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, Master. Just a bit startled.”
“You’re doing great.”
Charlie found herself staring at the floor, aware that her ass was sticking up in the air. Now she knew why he wanted her to put her shoes back on. They gave her enough height in the back that she could still stand on her feet while her body reclined forward, bent at the waist. It was not uncomfortable, it was just different.
Declan moved over to the armoire, pulled the key ring out of the lock, and squatted down. He unlocked the trunk and removed a long bar with cuffs at each end. Still squatting within her limited line of vision, he turned back to her. His mouth was tight and his eyes dark.
“Charlotte, this is a spreader bar. Are you familiar with what it is for?”
She gulped, closed her eyes momentarily, and then answered, “Yes. Master.”
“Good. The bench is my invention. I think you will enjoy it.”
He nodded and then stood, disappearing behind her. “Spread your legs.”
Charlie did as best she could, and then she felt him secure the bar to her left ankle. Charlie attempted to slow her breathing so she could remain calm, but it was of no use. She found all this restraint highly arousing, and it made her nervous.
“This bar is adjustable.” He tugged a bit on the bar, adjusting the width, the cold metal pressing against the back of her left ankle. He moved Charlie’s foot out a little more and closed the cuff around it. “Is that too uncomfortable?”
“No, Master.”
“Tell me if it is, Charlotte. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It feels fine, Master.”
“Good.”
Charlie turned her head, watching him move toward the nightstand on the far side of the bed. He switched on the light. Declan disappeared behind her, and she heard the click of another lamp being lit, and then his iPod came to life. The strains of Hugo crooning Hurt Makes It Beautiful filled the room.
Charlie held her breath as Declan moved behind her once again. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Is he going to spank me? Whip me? Fuck me? All of the above? She certainly didn’t expect him to do absolutely nothing. But that was what he was doing. He was sitting in his chair watching her. How long is he going to leave me like this? Charlie was displayed for before him like a pretty beautiful present. He seemed to be waiting until just the right moment to unwrap from her remove her heeled soles, and undo the champagne satin straps connected to her garter belt. Every step would lead him closer to her freshly waxed pussy spread open wide. Maybe part of the arousal was not knowing what to expect and or when he would pounce?
She closed her eyes and focused on breathing as the seductive soundtrack changed selections. Hugo’s pain addiction bled into a Florence and the Machine’s Bedroom Hymns. Slowly she inhaled, and slowly exhaled, pushing her breath out like she was in a yoga class. Charlie was able to shift her upper body a little, but all that did was serve to turn her on more as her breasts rubbed with a delicious friction against the padding of Declan’s kinky pommel horse. So much for trying to relax. Flexing her wrists, she adjusted her grip on the handles and waited.
Charlie lost herself in the song. She hummed softly, singing the lyrics in her head when Declan stroked his hands across her butt cheeks. She jerked, but there was nowhere to go.
“You know this song?”
“Yes, Master. It’s one of my favorites.”
Declan didn’t respond. Instead, his hands slid up to her waist and down over her hips. They circled under her cheeks, and up around again, barely grazing the tops of her thighs.
She moaned when he trailed one finger down the cleft between her cheeks.
“Beautiful, beautiful Charlotte.” His mouth was hot as he kissed each cheek.
Charlotte blushed. No one had ever done that before. The song had changed again, but it was something she didn’t recognize. But it didn’t matter because at that moment, Declan had chosen to lick her pussy from top to bottom, and she came hard. Because Declan restrained her so much, she felt her body shaking all the way to her core.