If this was her one night of submission to experience all Sean Kirkpatrick had to offer, then she would do her very best.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Would you like ear buds with music to help you concentrate?”
And take away her ability to hear? “No.”
“All right. Take a deep breath and let it out. Clear your mind. Feel your muscles let loose.”
Like preparing to do yoga.
She did everything exactly as he’d commanded. It put her in a relaxed state. Well, as relaxed as she could be.
“Good. Do you know what this is?”
Wide strands of something soft skimmed her from neck to ass. Air filled her lungs as she raised up, trying to extend the caress.
“A flogger.”
“Deerskin, yes. Has anyone ever used one on you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Wielded properly, it’s not an implement of pain. Are you afraid?”
Of the flogger, no. But his intent was another story. If he’d gone out of his way to point out that the instrument didn’t have to hurt, she didn’t think he intended to test her pain threshold. And Sean had promised her a reward. Callie had a suspicion she knew where this was headed.
It scared the hell out of her as much as it made her yearn.
But she would give in tonight, see if she could separate her body from her mind in that floating paradise others called subspace. Just this once . . .
“I want whatever you’d like to give me.”
She sensed more than felt his approval. “Fine, then. Don’t count.”
The words had barely cleared his lips before the tails of the flogger struck the fleshiest part of her ass in a slow thud. Sean repeated the motion—full across her butt, in the low curve of her spine, up her back and down again. Never hard, never even making her sting. Rhythmic, sweet, lulling, the flogging was like a slow dance cradling her in its arms until she began to block out everything but the way he made her feel. Her heart beat in time with the tresses kissing her skin.
Callie didn’t have to work very hard to block out thoughts. Sean perfectly understood her body, exactly when, where, and how hard to work the falls over her.
Her head started to swim away from her body, and she let it go for a moment. She sank toward the abyss just beyond her, calling out to her. The sensation was like having a couple of glasses of wine, but heavier and more compelling. More alluring.
Darkness swam around her thoughts. Minutes might have passed. Or hours. She didn’t really feel her body anymore. The earth held her by the soles of her feet and her cuffed wrists, or she would have floated away to beautiful nothingness.
Vaguely, she felt Sean’s hand glide up and down her hot, sensitive skin, an acute rise of burn and sensation. Her head rolled forward. She felt every instant of her slow, deep breathing, almost like a waking nap—except the intoxicating euphoria. How wonderful . . .
“You look stunning, Callie.”
A drunk little smile curled her lips.
“This is what I wanted to give you, lovely, some respite from your head.” His lips slipped up the back of her neck. He wrapped his broad hand around her and under her chin until he tipped her head back. Then he kissed his way down her jaw. “I would give you more.”
Please . . . She didn’t have the strength to open her mouth and beg.
“But I need something from you. Come back to me just a bit,” he coaxed.
Callie frowned. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but the sweet splendor of silence in her head was too tempting. Complying took so much effort.
“Let me into your heart, Callie. Into your head. I’ve asked you for nothing since we began our journey together.”
And he’d given her so much.
“You draw me like no other. I want to know everything about you. I don’t want business to take me away from you before I’ve had a chance to learn you inside and out. Before I’ve had a chance to truly bind you to me.”
She sighed. He plucked at every one of her heartstrings, and she let him. Such exquisite words. How could she not give him a little?
“We’ll start small,” he assured. “Did you have a pet as a child?”
Pet? The first recollection to hit her brain spewed from her lips. “I found a kitten.”
“How old were you?”
“Not quite six. I couldn’t keep her. Mom was sick. I woke up one morning and she was gone. I cried. Mom died anyway.”
“I’m so sorry, lovely. Of what?”
Callie shied away from remembering. “God takes the fragile ones back into his fold. Dad always said that. It still made me sad.”
“Of course.” He petted her. “Do you have any sisters? Brothers?”
Chilled air suddenly smacked her toasty skin, jostling her brain. Awareness rushed back into her head. Why did he want to know?
“Both.” Of course, Dad never knew that she’d heard about his teenage romance that resulted in a son no one ever talked about. She hadn’t thought about that in years, but she’d spied on his son once. Apparently, being an illegitimate Howe sucked because he’d been a bitter man.
“You’re sure?”
Callie tensed. Why would he think otherwise? His tone and the enormity of his question hit her. It might seem trifling to most, but if he suspected at all who she was and she didn’t tread carefully, she might give him enough to confirm her identity.
Would he sell her down the river for the two-million-dollar bounty?
“I’m cold.”
Sean took a step back. The flogger fell over her back, her ass, alternating, thudding, seeking to calm her again. At first, it stung against her hot skin. Then she had to resist the divine slide back into her silent cocoon.
“Relax,” he crooned.
Callie didn’t dare. She bit her lip to stay present, but she pretended. At least the flogger warmed her enough to stop her shivering.
“Did you take any special trips as a child?”
“No.” She’d wanted to go to Disney World. Dad preferred Europe and museums where she had to be quiet. A whole summer in the French countryside when she’d been fifteen had seemed nearly coma inducing.
“Did you go to public school?”
Never. Her mother would have rolled over in her grave. “Mom was too religious to allow that. Guess it didn’t stick very well.”
Her answer was true . . . in a sense. Her mother had worshipped at the altar of Prada and been a firm believer in the church of Versace. She would never have allowed her or Charlotte to rub elbows with the middle-class kids who lived in the tract houses a few miles away. That had sucked, too. They looked like they had more fun.
“Callie, you’re in your head again.” And Sean didn’t sound pleased.
“Sorry. The cold rattled me and I just . . .” Got scared with all the questions.
That made her even more dejected. Most likely, the man just wanted to know her. But just in case she was wrong, she had to lie. The truth was too risky.
Great basis for a relationship, Callie. Yeah, he’d really love you if he knew your past.
She’d be long gone before he could.
He sighed. “You get cold easily. I often forget because you make me sweat.”
A moment later, he shuffled around to the front of her body. She drank his nearness in with a moan, smelling the musk wafting from him. Her mouth watered, her pussy wept. She wanted him so badly, had truly sought to please him . . .
“I genuinely tried. I loved the floaty feeling you gave me. I never thought I’d find subspace.” Callie wished she could touch him. “It hurts me to disappoint you.”