Free Tell Me a Desire (The Story Series Book 2) by Tamara Lush Page A

to be a good submissive for him, at least for a night. Still, I was nervous. Would I please him? Would this bring me pleasure? How could Caleb not excite me?
    “How about your ankles? Too tight?”
    “No.”
    Lastly, he took a strap around the middle of the bench and wrapped it around my waist, buckling it snugly. I turned my head and partially saw my reflection—our reflection—in the mirror, but my curly hair was getting in the way. Caleb smoothed the strands away.
    “Look at how beautiful you are. Restrained, for me. But you want to fuck, don’t you?” His voice was a caress, his fingers, a whisper, down my back, over my ass, and across my legs.
    “Yes.”
    He tugged at the restraints at my ankles. “I love that you always want to fuck me. That you’re always ready.”
    He ran a finger down my spine, making me shudder and squirm. “You’re sure this isn’t too much, Emma?”
    “I’m sure.”
    But then he stopped touching me, and I ached in his absence. My eyes followed Caleb as he sat, then went to the mirror. I had an unobstructed view of myself and of him. He held the flogger in his hands and stared at me. My mouth suddenly became dry.
    I’d never been this helpless before. I started to perspire around my hairline.
    Of course, I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he smiled. “Ah, Emma. Remember what I said. No talking unless I ask you something first.”
    I pressed my lips together. Clearly this would be the most difficult part of being a submissive, the not-talking part.
    Still, I expected him to do something. Flog me. Spank me. Something. Instead, he sat and stared at me with a satisfied smile, as if I were a piece of rare art he’d acquired. My skin was aflame, I was throbbing and wet between my legs, and I wanted sex. Hard and fast.
    And yet, I was scared. What was he going to do with me?
    I squirmed against the restraints.
    Caleb stood up, leaving the flogger on the chair, and I inhaled sharply. Finally, he was going to act.
    “I’d normally ask you what you want, but tonight I’m not going to. Tonight, I’ve got control over what we do. More control than usual.”
    His warm hand went to my ass and caressed it, his fingers pausing at the damp fabric between my legs, stopping short of slipping under the lace.
    “You get wet so easily. All I have to do is talk to you and you’re drenched. Do you know what that does to me? You must be going crazy right now.” He stroked the fabric lightly, and my clit pulsed beneath the touch of his finger. A few more moments and I would come. That’s how close I already was.
    He took his fingers away, and I instinctively whimpered. “No! Please?”
    “Emma, what did I tell you?”
    “Sorry. No speaking unless spoken to.”
    He caressed my ass, hoisting the fabric of my lacy shorts up my skin. Then he caressed more, and with a wide-palmed motion, he smacked me.
    I gasped. It wasn’t as though he’d never spanked me before. He had, during sex. But never while I was restrained and never while he had so much power over me.
    I gasped louder when he struck me again on the other cheek, and then a third time. He’d never hit me so hard, and it had never felt so incredible. My legs trembled involuntarily.
    Tenderly, he lowered the fabric to cover my backside, then sat down. My skin stung where he’d made contact.
    “Remember when we first met, how I made you wait for a kiss?”
    I nodded. Did I ever . The build-up to our first time still inspired little pangs of lust when I remembered how much I wanted him before his mouth found mine. He loved to torment me, tempting my mind while making my body pause for pleasure.
    “I might do that now. Make you wait for punishment. Tease you. You know what teasing does to me .” He smiled, and the ache between my legs pulsed and teased.
    I inhaled, loud.
    My arms were starting to hurt, and I writhed against the leather. I wanted to kiss Caleb, wanted to crawl in his lap and fill myself with him. I needed closeness.