Free Bondage Included by Tori Carson

brought her.
    “I was a very bad student for my nonna.” She giggled.
    “Do you plan to be bad for me as well?” He finished and ran a hand over the area. Next, he lathered the sides. This time she held still.
    “It could happen. I’ve been told I have a problem with authority. My father ended up nailing my window shut because every time they’d ground me, I’d sneak out that way.”
    As André shaved down the sides, he kept his thumb over her clit. That simple touch had her throbbing in need. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d orgasmed.
    “With your broken leg, I doubt that will be an issue. But if so, I have rope in many sizes and colors. I’ll tie you to the bed and there will be no escape.”
    It was obvious he was concentrating and barely paying attention to their conversation. Frankly, she was okay with that. “I’ve watched a few of your shibari demonstrations. I was intrigued.”
    “We can try some floor work if you’d like, but no suspension for you until that leg is completely healed.” He ran his fingers along her pussy, very matter-of-factly. “I think that’s about got it.” He pulled her hand down to the area. “Feel. This is why I used a straight razor.”
    It was awkward to have her hand there while he was watching her. A quick once around was all she could do. “I’ll admit that’s closer than I usually get it.”
    The water suddenly came on and after a few moments, she felt him rinsing off the extra shaving soap. She couldn’t imagine his intimate attention becoming commonplace even though he acted like it was as normal as making breakfast.
    She’d begun to slide the blindfold off when he stilled her hand.
    “Did I tell you to remove that?” he asked her sharply.
    She dropped her hand. “No. I’m sorry.”
    “I’m going to lift you out of the tub. Are you ready?”
    He wrapped her in a towel and lifted.
    Holding her leg out hurt, but she bit her tongue and didn’t say anything. She refused to take any more pain meds. It hadn’t taken long for her to get sick of being fuzzy headed. After the first day or so, she’d started spitting them into a tissue and throwing them away. As her right foot touched the floor, André wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight against him while he dried her off.
    “My arms aren’t broken. I can do this sort of thing for myself.”
    “Don’t be cutting in on my fun, bebe. Okay, back to bed with you. I want you to rest for a few minutes. You’re looking a little pale.”
    “I’m all right.” In truth she was tired, but she was excited too. He’d promised to play. Why was he making her rest? Insecurity hit her hard. Maybe after getting a good look at her, he’d decided he didn’t want to be down there after all.
    She was suddenly back in his arms and being carried to the bedroom, she assumed. The blindfold was starting to annoy her. She wanted to see his face and know what was going on.
    “Take this as a warning—pouting will get that beautiful ass of yours beaten. Your face is very expressive and I’ve spent months learning every nuance. At first, I thought you were upset because I wasn’t going to immediately pounce on you, but now I’m thinking it was something else. They way you’re covering up, it was probably something derogatory. How am I doing?”
    Damn, he knew her too well. “I’m pleading the fifth.”
    He chuckled as he laid her down on the bed. “Not allowed. When I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability. That’s rule number one.”
    She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, you were right and for the record, I don’t like rules. I tend to break them just because I can.”
    She couldn’t see his face, but she hoped he was smiling. She imagined he had his hands crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised.
    André positioned her leg back onto the pillows then sat beside her.
    “Defiance usually stems from one of two factors—you want attention or you need to feel you