Gavin’s hard mouth cut her off, his hands coming up to cup her face and hold her head still for his possession. Aislyn melted inside every time he did that, took her over and erased her doubts with his controlling kiss and hands. She opened for his thrusting tongue, groaned as he ground his lips on hers and stroked her tongue and mouth. Lifting her hands, she gripped his corded forearms, his muscles rippling under her palms, his sigh sliding into her mouth, raising those delicious goosebumps of awareness.
He lightened the pressure on her lips before sinking his teeth into her lower lip and delivering a sharp tug on that sensitive flesh, the minute sting finding its way down between her legs. She dug her nails into his arms as he pulled back, some inner fear prompting her to hold on, to cling to him as long as possible.
“Let go, Aislyn.” Gavin released her face and swept his calloused palms down her arched neck, over her rounded shoulders and under the short camisole to cup her breasts. “You wanted to try the bench. I’m giving you what you want. Isn’t that what I’ve always done these past months?”
“Yes, and I have no complaints, you know that. But you seem...off tonight, and I need you to tell me if I did something to displease you.” The thought of moving on without him formed a cold knot of dread in her abdomen.
“You, little one, could never displease me. Now”—he released her and moved back, crossing his arms—“behave, strip and hop up.”
Aislyn set her mouth in a mulish pout that usually drew his smile and a lifted brow, but his look remained stoic with hardened resolve. He always insisted she ‘behave’ when he didn’t want to answer a question, especially whenever she asked about his family and their ranch in Snake River Valley, a good four-hour drive from Boise. She’d been pining for an invitation to his family home, hoping he’d been waiting for her college graduation to take their relationship to the next level and introduce her to his parents and siblings. Last weekend, she’d accomplished that feat after six long years, her finances forcing her to keep to a part-time schedule while working full-time. She had walked across that stage and accepted her business degree with pride, Gavin sitting in the front row, beaming at her. As an only child orphaned at the age of twelve, he was the closest person to family she could claim. She had enjoyed the fancy dinner he had treated her to and loved the silver necklace with its diamond-encrusted heart she wore now, but he had neglected to extend the invitation that would mean he wanted her in his life as more than a sub who craved his sexual dominance.
Setting aside her disappointment, she pulled her top off and handed it to him, warming under his potent look as he caressed her breasts with his eyes. Bending, she slipped off the thong and put it in his hand before turning to the hip-high bench that was no wider than her waist. The two knee pads were situated halfway down the tall back legs, the arm rests positioned a little higher on the front supports. She paused, shivers running down her spine as she stared at the contraption, trying to come up with the easiest way to mount it. Before she could decide, he helped her out by grasping her waist and lifting her to straddle the end.
“There you go. Bend over. You won’t fall,” he said, tightening his hands when she teetered on the slim seat with a startled gasp.
Nodding, Aislyn did what she did best and put her trust in Master Gavin. “Okay.” As soon as she laid face down in the u-shaped headrest, lifted her legs to kneel on the padded rests and braced her arms level with her head, her mind emptied of all concerns. She sighed as he drew leather straps over her calves and then forearms, the restraints offering a reprieve from decision making and stress. Her hips were pressed snugly against the end of the bench with her legs spread about two feet apart, leaving her buttocks and pussy exposed to the waft of cool air and caress of his hands.
“Sir,” she moaned as he cupped her cheeks and squeezed the fleshy mounds, his thumbs dipping in between to rub the sensitive area around her anus.
“Quiet, Aislyn. No talking right now unless you need to use your safeword. I want you to concentrate on sensation and nothing else. Not on what comes next, tonight or tomorrow. Just on me and what I’m doing to you, how I’m making you feel. Will you do that for me?”
Do I have a choice? No, not since the first time he touched her, when the sting of his hand connected with her flesh and had driven her to an exalted high her limited experience had never hinted she could achieve.
“Yes, sir.” Anything for you. Aislyn’s heart constricted, wishing she knew if his feelings ran as deep as hers.
Gavin cracked his hand against her buttock, the tingling, heated pain diverting her from all other thoughts. Once she had accepted his hand that first night, it hadn’t taken her long to shed her shyness over public exposure, or to embrace the freedom of giving herself into his care. She held her breath, waiting for the next swat, aching for the burn that would lead her to that space where nothing mattered but him and his tormenting touch. It came with blistering pain, the blow rocking her on the bench. She cried out, more in surprise at the swiftness of the next smack
