Anticipation shot through me when I realized that Luke was making good on his words from earlier. I put on the outfit and took the time to brush out my hair and twist it into a knot on top of my head. I brushed my teeth and when I reached for the doorknob to leave the bathroom, there was a black satin scarf hanging on it with a note stuck to it that said, ‘put me on and open the door, but don’t move.’

My pulse sped up as I complied, covering my eyes with the silky material and tying it at the back of my head. I reached out with my hand to open the door, and I barely turned the knob before I felt it slowly open towards me and Luke’s hand touched mine. He checked the blindfold to make sure I couldn’t see anything and led me into the hallway. From the way he turned me, I could tell he was leading me toward the bedroom.

When we finally stopped walking, I felt Luke’s lips press against mine in a fleeting kiss, barely there and gone in a heartbeat, before placing tiny kisses along my jaw line until his lips were by my ear. “Do you trust me, baby?” he whispered.

I couldn’t get my throat to work, so I nodded. “No, Emma. Tell me, out loud. Do you trust me?”

“Yes…” I whispered.

His lips brushed my ear with every word, making me shiver as he said, “Good. If anything gets too much, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

His lips pulled away from my ear and I heard him move around the room. I stood still, not knowing where exactly I was in the room and unwilling to risk face planting (again) in front of Luke. I felt the air swirl by my shoulder a split second before I felt Luke’s hands settle something cold and metallic around my neck. I gasped at the coolness resting on my flushed skin and raised my hand to feel what it was. Before I could get my hand all the way up, Luke grabbed my fingers, tsk-ing under this breath.

“Ah-ah, Emma. Stay still and no touching.”

I gasped as his hand came down sharply on my ass with a stinging slap, then rubbed it gently. He turned me and one of his hands grasped my hip as the other urged me to bend forward. I instinctively put my hands out to catch myself and felt the softness of the mattress give beneath my palms. He pressed me down until I was bent over the bed, cheek against the coverlet, my arms trapped under me. He whispered for me not to move and I felt him draw away from me.

I heard him walk away and come back to me after a second, his hand reaching down to bend my legs one at a time, guiding them until I was kneeling on some sort of padded bench. He ran his hands between my thighs and down them, sliding my legs further apart on the bench, before tracing back up until his fingers brushed the lace that was quickly becoming drenched at the juncture of my thighs.

I jerked at the light contact, pushing back against his hand, moaning softly and wordlessly entreating him to press harder, deeper into my heat. Instead, I felt the stinging heat of his hand on my ass again, harder this time than it was before, and it made that secret part of me clench and spasm, the dark seduction of it pulling me under.

Luke’s breath hissed through his teeth before I heard him growl, “You’re not listening, Emma. Don’t. Move.”

At the low, barely controlled heat in his voice, I writhed against the bed, my hips thrusting forward, seeking to ease the ache between my thighs. My lips parted as I gasped for breath and my heart pounded with desire. I moaned loudly when Luke shoved his fingers beneath the lace covering my tender flesh and slid them deep inside me without warning, thrusting them in and out roughly once, twice, before pulling them out and sliding them forward to circle over the hard bud of my clit.

“No!” I groaned as he quit my aching flesh, wanting, no- needing to feel him thrusting into me again.

“Mmmm…you taste so good, sugar,” Luke groaned behind me, and the mental image of him sucking my wetness off his fingers made me moan and buck my hips again, which in turn, meant I felt the sting of his palm meeting my tender flesh once more.

I cried out at the contact, but not in pain. I heard Luke groan again, and then he grasped the sides of my panties and ripped the lace until I was bare to his gaze. I knew that he was staring at the pale globes of my ass and the wetness I knew was glistening on my silky pink folds peeking from between my thighs. I arched my back, thrusting my ass further up in the air, sliding my legs apart as far as I could before my knees hit the solid arms of the bench.

Luke growled and I got the reaction I wanted. He smacked my ass again, spanking me on each cheek until the burning reached a fever pitch and I was moaning uncontrollably. I could feel myself slipping under, lost in the spell of pleasure/pain that, until now, had been forbidden to me. Luke stopped the stinging slaps and gently rubbed the reddened skin for a minute, then ran his fingers lightly over the parted flesh between my thighs, dipping in to play in the wetness there, before his hands spread me wide and I felt his tongue spear into me, fucking in and out of my heat with deft strokes, slicking against every inch of me and firing all my nerve endings until I was screaming with the need to shatter on his tongue.

The beginnings of my orgasm started pulsating deep inside me and when Luke felt me clench on his tongue, he pulled away immediately, leaving me gasping and shrieking in disbelief as I felt those glorious waves subside with nothing feeding them any longer. My body felt empty and ached with fever pitch for the release that he denied me so cruelly. I whimpered in the back of my throat before I gave in and started begging.

“Luke, please, baby, please, please, please…oh, God!” I moaned, wiggling my hips and trying to bring my thighs together, anything to alleviate the aching, throbbing flesh there.

I pressed my hands into the mattress beneath me and started pushing myself up, intending to do what, I wasn’t sure, but the feel of Luke’s hands roughly pushing me back down made me gasp before a small sob escaped between my parted lips, borne purely out of frustration and need.

Immediately, Luke was up and over me, breathing into my ear as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, baby, are you okay? We’ll stop, I promise…”

“Luke! No, please don’t stop! I just need you, please, fuck me, put your tongue back on me, something! Anything! Just make me come!” I moaned, arching myself up into the hardness of him over me. The thick length of him pressing against the denim of his jeans rubbed against my bare ass and I arched even more, trying to bring him in line with my aching mons, and he chuckled in my ear.

“Well, if you don’t want me to stop, then you’re in trouble. I told you not to move, sugar. You need to come?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes!” I shouted (Seriously, I needed to get off!)

Luke pulled away from me, still laughing at me (which was starting to piss me off…I was a woman on the edge and if he didn’t do something soon then I was about to have a date with the shower head. Or the bedpost. Or whatever I could get my hands on, including my hands!)

Smack! Luke’s palm began heating my ass again and I squirmed, thrusting my ass into each stinging slap, not realizing that I was begging him under my breath not to stop. I screamed when his hand moved and slapped the tender flesh between my thighs, the sharpness tingling over my clit and sending me over the edge without warning. Luke’s fingers circled briskly over my clit as I came and came, prolonging the wrenching spasms

shivering through my body.

When I finally calmed, Luke slid his hands around my waist and lifted me up off the bed before turning me in his arms and laying me down on the bed. I let him move me around where he wanted me, still unable to move and blinded by the black satin still covering my eyes. He moved my arms above my head and held them there, locked together in one of his hands. I heard something clink before a cool metal bracelet snapped into place on my right wrist and then another snapped onto my left wrist without pause.