B00MV3HMDW_EBOK (38 page)

“I
t’s beautiful,” Taryn said, holding up her left hand and watching as the golden light of the bedroom sparkled off of the family heirloom in the matter of a beautiful old-fashioned table cut diamond. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“My grandmother would be very happy to know that it belongs to you now.” Ethan was doing something over in the corner of her bedroom while Taryn lay on her bed and admired her wedding ring. She always felt like the odd one out, being a little on the tomboyish side. She liked being athletic, she loved firing weapons, and she downright treasured her job…but there was a part of her that couldn’t wait to show the girls what a gorgeous ring Ethan had given her. “You’re being a good girl over there, right?”

Taryn almost turned to see what the hell he was doing over there, but she’d given her word. She knew that her pride worked into Ethan’s scenes, but regardless, it made both of them very happy and truly satisfied. As she thought back over the remainder of the day, Ethan had somehow, someway pulled off a lovely and memorable ceremony that would forever remain imprinted in her mind. They had made it just in time before the courthouse closed the license area and he had also been able to corral one of the judges to marry them in one of the most elegant courtrooms she’d ever laid eyes on. His mother had dabbed her eyes throughout the ceremony and if Taryn wasn’t mistaken, even her new father-in-law had become misty-eyed.

“I’m almost dry from my bubble bath. I’m now thinking I might have to take matters into my own hands,” Taryn replied with a smile, knowing that would only fuel his mind with thoughts of her touching herself on the bed. She kept her word though and didn’t look over to where he was with his black bag of toys that he’d picked up from Masters on their way to her apartment. They had yet to discuss where they would live, but she was relatively sure it would be his house in Minnetonka. In the meantime they were here and about to enjoy their honeymoon night. “Hmmmm…my hands are still warm.”

Taryn laughed when she felt the bed dip under his weight as he threw himself onto the mattress beside her. It was as if she was a bucket and she was overflowing with happiness. She wanted to share her feelings with him, but she quieted instantly when his lips captured hers and took her emotions into a whole other direction. Her body instantly responded and she wrapped her arms around his neck, not willing to have him stop anytime soon.

Ethan had other plans and before she could prevent him from pulling away, he’d actually taken her with him and they now stood in front of a chair that had been situated in the corner of her bedroom. It was a chair covered in fabric, all the way down to where six inches of wood developed into what appeared to be a paw. Attached to the two front legs was rope that had been drawn up and draped over the arms. A shiver of anticipation washed over her and her nipples hardened in response.

“Give me your arm,” Ethan ordered in that deep, raspy voice that had goose bumps traveling down her spine. Taryn’s eyes went to the sling he was holding in his hands. It had been the one she’d been released with in the hospital and she’d stuffed it in one of her drawers when she’d returned from Texas. “I want to ensure that we don’t hurt your arm.”

“Ethan, I’m fine. I don’t need—” Taryn yelped when his hand connected with her ass.

“I don’t need to be reminded at this moment that you pushed me out of the way of a bullet.” Ethan looped the sling around her neck and then made sure her arm was encased gently inside the material. “I also don’t need to be reminded that you almost bled out. What we are going to do is make sure that you take it easy and that nothing we do this evening or in the near future might reinjure your arm.”

Ethan adjusted the sling and by the time he was done Taryn didn’t feel the least bit sexy. The navy blue material rubbed against her skin and blocked her right breast from his view. She went to push up her glasses as she looked down at the horrid rough fabric, only then realizing that they were sitting on her nightstand. She couldn’t help but scrunch her nose at what he felt posed a necessity.

“If you keep looking like that, I’ll give you something to really make a face at,” Ethan warned, pressing himself into the back of her and forcing her to walk the distance to the chair. Bringing it in focus immediately brought her emotions in check and she had to wonder what he had in store for them. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. “I truly like your idea of playing with yourself and since you seem to think you need to antagonize me to spank your ass, I think you should take matters into your own hands. Sit in the chair.”

Taryn instantly knew that Ethan wasn’t playing around anymore and her breathing hitched in anticipation. She slowly turned and situated herself on the soft fabric. He knelt while at the same time lifting her left leg and arranging the rope until her calf was touching her upper leg, securing her until her knee was pointing away from her. He did the same with her right leg and by the time he’d harnessed her the way he’d intended, she was spread wide open for his viewing pleasure.

“While I gather more items, I want you to use your free hand and massage your clit. Do not stop unless I direct you to.”

Taryn bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that even though it went unsaid she was not to come before he gave her permission. Again she found she relished that challenge. She also liked the fact that it was her left hand that she would use so that she could watch the dim lighting bounce off of the diamond when she brushed her fingers against her clitoris. She cut off her moan as she pressed a little harder, all the while watching what Ethan was doing.

He was wearing nothing but his denim jeans and even those were unbuttoned at the top, giving her a view of his gorgeous V that contained a happy trail to what she knew was a very, very wide and lengthy cock. He was searching for something in his bag and what he came up with made her heart beat a little faster. She loved paddles and he knew it, but what he held in his hands made her pussy cream. It was a crop with a square head on the end of a very bendable leather stick that reminded her of a black Twizzler stick. She wanted to feel it on her ass, but that wasn’t going to happen sitting and tied the way she was. Her thoughts ran rampant over what he planned to do with it. When she caught a glimpse of his dimple, she knew it was wicked and she lightened her touch on her nub.

“I can see your juices glistening from here.” Ethan had arranged for another chair to be opposite her, where she knew he was going to sit and watch her. Taryn couldn’t keep herself from glancing at the crop as he walked closer to her. “I want you dripping before I claim you tonight.”

Taryn could just imagine how she looked to him with her pussy spread open and her legs drawn back with a silk type rope that felt wonderful on her skin. She would have given anything to get rid of the sling that her arm was now encased in but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. As he sat across from her to get a better view of what he’d instructed her to do, she couldn’t help but admire his masculine form. Ethan’s broad chest was contoured perfectly and her fingers itched to run along the curvatures of his muscles. The greens and browns of his hazel eyes twinkled in what could only be summed up as hunger as he looked her over.

“I want you to slip one of your fingers into your pussy to get it wet. Gather some of your cream and rub it over your clit. I want it out from under its hood when this crop connects with it.”

“Oh,” Taryn exclaimed before she could stop the word from escaping her lips.

A rush of blood pulsed through the sensitive tissue, as if it could already sense what the black flat leather would feel like as it was brought down with a flick of his wrist. Wanting what he was promising, she glided her middle finger lower through her moist folds and slid it slowly through her opening and into a sheath that wanted more. The heat that was emanating from within her pussy doused her finger, but it was nothing compared to the nerve endings that she stimulated.

“That’s right.” Ethan’s low voice was like molasses over her soul and she closed her eyes, savoring his rich tone. “Stroke in and out until your finger is nice and wet.”

When Taryn did as he requested, it wasn’t enough so she used two fingers the next time she slid her digits inside of her. That was better, but not fast enough. She needed more, yet the rope around her legs prevented her from moving her hips to get a better angle. His next words startled her and had her eyes opening to see the frown on his face.

“That’s not what I asked, Taryn.” Ethan used the crop to point to her hand and then he put the black tool down on the carpet. Her eyes widened at what was down there, for she hadn’t seen him place it there. She’d seen them used in the club, but never by Ethan. She struggled to swallow, not knowing exactly what to expect and that had her on edge. He picked up the violet wand that he’d already plugged into the wall socket. “I know you crave the paddle, crop, whatever implement that would give you the sting you require, but you have to earn it. Now spread your pussy for me.”

Taryn once again bit the inside of her lip in anticipation of what the small electric impulses would feel like in such a vulnerable area. She could easily tell that he was about to enjoy this and realized he knew all along that this was the way the scene would progress. Damn it. If she’d done what he’d requested to begin with, she’d be experiencing the crop instead of being subjected to something she’d never experienced before.

“Now.”

Taryn slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them up, opening her folds and exposing her clit. She was wet and it wasn’t easy keeping herself spread for him, but she managed and had to suppress a moan when her clit came out from underneath its hood just like he’d wanted.

“That’s perfect,” Ethan said, leaning forward on his chair and being at the perfect location for what he had planned. The low hum of the violet wand could be heard and she couldn’t prevent herself from jumping slightly when instead of her pussy he placed it on her leg. The warm tingles weren’t anything like she thought they’d feel like. As he wound the flat circular end around the edges of the rope and down toward her buttocks, Taryn finally allowed herself to relax. “Close your eyes and feel the current.”

Taryn’s lashes drifted closed and the longer Ethan kept moving the wand up and down the inside of her legs, the more she was coming to love it. Who would have thought such a device could create a euphoric feeling? She didn’t want him to stop, and in fact she couldn’t wait until he rubbed the smooth end over her clit.

“That’s right. Relax into it.”

Taryn could feel the wand inching closer to the place where she wanted to feel the current most and she widened her fingers to expose her now engorged flesh. Ethan stroked the rod over one side of her mound and then down her other. When he brought it back up, it was in line with her clit and she held her breath as the small pulses felt like tiny zings traveling through to where her very core was located.

“God, yes, Ethan…that feels so good.” Taryn could feel him lightening the pressure and when the surprising jolt went directly into her clit, her hand slipped and her eyes popped open. “Fuck!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Ethan clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment. He knew damn well that hurt and he knew exactly how she would react. “Fingers back in place. You have to earn your crop, sweetheart. So far we’re nowhere near your reward.”

Taryn could see the challenge within Ethan’s eyes and it only fueled her to take what he was dishing out. From everything she’d read on the lifestyle, this wasn’t technically how a submissive should feel, yet didn’t those same people say that there wasn’t a right or wrong way to practice BDSM? She loved that she wasn’t given a choice per se in what was being done to her and that Ethan held the cards in his hands. She didn’t have to think, she didn’t have to take control in this aspect of her life. She could just feel. She
wanted
to feel, so she tightened the fingers of her right hand on the material of the sling and then used her other to open herself up to Ethan once more.

“That’s my girl,” Ethan murmured, stroking her legs once again with the wand. Minutes passed by before he came anywhere near her clit and she was actually whimpering, knowing what was coming. “Relax into it and accept the current. Your clit is swelling in anticipation.”

Ethan wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know, and when the smooth hardened end was circled around and around the swollen flesh Taryn came very close grabbing the device herself. She knew that wasn’t a good idea and refrained from doing so, but only because Ethan knew exactly what he was doing to her and she refused to give him the satisfaction that she couldn’t take any more. Instead she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek as he once again lifted the rod slightly off of her clit, creating another shock of electricity as he broke contact with her body.

“Hmmm,” Taryn hummed, although it sounded more like she was being strangled. She kept her fingers in place this time, although when he pressed the wand back onto her sensitive flesh, she knew it was only a matter of time before she came from such a unique sensation. “Again.”