Free The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) by Laci Paige Page A

“And this thing, Master Jay wants me to wear it?”
    He nodded. “Yes, Master Jay wants you to wear this spreader bar. It can be very rewarding once you allow yourself to enjoy it.”
    She fell back into her submissiveness. “Very well, Sir.” She bowed her head.
    “He will be pleased, as am I.” He squatted down to her feet and captured the first ankle in a cuff. When he looked up at her, she tried to avoid his gaze. “You may look at me, cutie. And if at any time you need to, do as you did before and tell me your color. You hold the key.” She locked gazes with him and nodded.
    “Spread your legs far apart.” When she did, it wasn’t far enough for the bar. “More, cutie, I need more room to get this bar in place.” She tried but her short legs were having difficulty. “Hang on.” He picked her up and carried her closer to the bed. “Eyes on me,” he said. “Just because I’m setting you up for someone else it doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun. Bend over the bed.” He massaged her ass then gave it a good smack. A small gasp forced from her mouth, and he gave her a few more swats. She liked it. Jonathan stopped and turned her to face him, and then picked her up.
    The door opened and closed. Kristy tried her damnedest not to look. Without looking directly at him, she could see that Master Jonathan's head turned toward the door. He gave a curt nod. Turning his attention back to her, he kissed her forehead and placed her down facing the bed. “Lean over the bed, face on the mattress, and turn your head toward the headboard.”
    Since someone entered the room Master Jonathan’s voice took on a whole new life. It was rough, and loud, and scary.
    She leaned on the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Let’s finish putting this bar on you.” His foot nudged between hers, and she spread as far as she could. He tried to strap the second cuff on but in order to do so he had to shorten the length of the bar before he could get it fastened around her ankle.
    “Color?”
    “Green. It’s for my Master.”
    “Oh, your Master, huh?” He slapped her on the ass, hard. She jumped at the contact. “He most certainly is not your master. Learn your place.”
    “Sorry, Sir.”
    “As well you should be.” He smacked her other cheek. This time she didn’t make a sound.
    Master Jonathan pressed his erection into her ass as he reached over her. He tugged her hands up above her head and handcuffed her wrists together. “Do not move a muscle.”
    She remained bent over the bed, feet spread, and hands cuffed. She should be scared shitless, but she wasn’t. “Yes, Sir. I’m at green.”
    “Thank you for telling me.” He remained there for a moment, and then whispered, “I have to go soon, but meet me upstairs later. I’ll buy you a drink.” His hard dick brushed against her ass one final time, and then the warmth of his body disappeared. His footsteps crossed the room.
    “Wait.” Master Jay said. “Stay.” Not a question, but a strong suggestion.
    Master Jay . Kristy’s insides went to mush at his voice. She remained still, listening to hear what was next.
    “You are not done here. Warm her ass up.” The command came serious and hard. It made her quiver in need.
    Footsteps headed back in her direction and hands softly rubbed her ass. “I’m going to use a flogger on you, cutie. Remember your colors. Here’s what it looks like.” Master Jonathan held it in her line of vision. “It’s good for beginners since its suede and soft, and I’ll go easy.”
    “Okay, Sir.”
    He swatted her butt with it a few times gently. Somehow it was too soft. She wiggled her hips wanting more. The touches on her skin came harder but still didn’t hurt like she thought it would. A few thuds on each cheek, and one in the center of her sex caused the over sensitized feelings to ripple through her body. Jonathan continued his rhythm until she whined in bliss.
    On her other side, the bed sank down under someone’s weight.