He came in and dropped the duffel just next to the bedside table and walked around her body. “Let’s get warmed up, shall we?” He turned her body so that she was facing the bed and stepped away.

Moments later she heard him unzip the bag. Leaning around her, he laid several items on the bed in her view. Wrist restraints. Rope. A fuzzy-lined blindfold. A flogger and a paddle.

Standing behind her, he pressed his body against her back. “Do any of those tickle your fancy, Tegan?” His breath was warm against her ear. “I know you like the rope. I saw your face last night, heard your gasp. Did it make you wet? Imagining it against your skin?”

He leaned down and she watched his hand, wondering what he’d pick up. The wrist restraints.

“Hands behind your back, Tegan.”

With the warm honey of subspace beginning to brew within her, Tegan moved her hands, clasping them at her back.

The restraints were lined and slipped on easily. He tightened them just shy of pain.

“Is that too tight?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Now bend forward. I’ve got your wrists.”

He grabbed the restraints and helped her bend forward, her upper body against her mattress. The paddle and flogger were in her line of vision and he picked the paddle up.

She took a deep breath.

The edge of the paddle drew a line down her back where she heard him twirl it in his hand just before the first crack sounded and the surface hit her square on the ass. Over and over the blows rained down, each in a different place until a warm glow covered her skin and the heat built up toward her clit with each smack.

The paddle came back to the bed beside the flogger and he leaned over and blew over the stinging skin of her ass and thighs.

She felt him go to his knees behind her, pushing her thighs wider.

“So wet. Your pu**y is pink and pretty and glistening.” His thumbs pulled her labia apart and she cried out when his tongue took a long lick, dipping into her gate and then back to swirl around her clit.

Her fists clenched at her back where they were restrained and she pressed back into his mouth as he feasted on her pu**y with expertise. It had been so very long since she’d felt a tongue on her pu**y she’d forgotten how good it felt.

One of his hands shifted, and his thumb slid into her pu**y as his middle finger stretched up to stroke over the tight pucker of her rear passage. A moan ripped from her lips.

“Please,” she gasped.

He stopped, pulling his face back and she whimpered.

“Please what, Tegan?”

“Please make me come.”

“Why?”

Confused a moment, she was silent. “I need it. God, please, I need it.”

And he went back to her, the combination of tongue and lips and hands, even the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive nerves of her clit all went into synchronized overdrive until she began to come so hard she saw stars against her eyelids. Pleasure washed through her in wave after wave, knocking her down into a place where all she could do was feel good.

His hands petted and caressed her as he stood, undoing her wrists. The paddle and flogger went back into the bag and he looked at her and she nearly came again at the look in his eyes. Intent, raw and naked there. Intent to take her places she’d only dreamed of the last four years.

All she could do was nod slowly and say, “yes.”

“On your feet then, Tegan. Undress me.”

She stood on slightly shaky legs and he put a hand to her arm to support her. Once she was standing and looking at him, knowing he’d be naked soon, she began to feel much more solid and the hands that reached to take his sweater off were sure and steady.

His upper body was hard and wrapped in tight muscle. Not bulked up muscle but he clearly worked out and used his body in his job. Her palms smoothed over the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, through the salt and pepper hair there. She laid a kiss on his chest, over his heart and dropped to her knees, her hands going to his waistband.

The jingle of his belt buckle made her pu**y clutch with need and the pop , pop , pop of the buttons on his fly skittered down her spine.

When she pulled the jeans down, his c**k sprang free, so hard it lay flat against his belly. No underwear. Good gracious the man was sexy. Grabbing the denim, she pulled the jeans off and he stepped out of them, having already taken his boots off when they’d come back from dinner. His socks were the last thing to go and then he stood before her, gloriously naked and incredibly masculine.

His scent made her lean in and rub her cheeks over his thighs. She’d thought she’d never burn for a man as much as she had Lucas and it felt almost like cheating that she craved Ben’s touch so much.

“Stay on your knees.”

He pulled the coil of rope off the bed and let it hit the ground but for the bit in his hands. The dull thunk made her moan softly.

“Get comfortable.” He tossed her a pillow and she put it beneath her and clasped her hands at her back. “Mmm. Now there’s a sight. I like that very much.”

He began to wind the rope around her body, slowly and methodically. The feel of the hemp rope against her bare skin was heaven and shivers broke over her. He fit it snug, creating an upper body rope corset that framed her br**sts and pinned her upper arms and down around her wrists.

The familiar heaviness came over her as her body released serotonin and ropespace hit her like a warm cloak. She felt what he was doing but within the confines of the rope she felt as if she were floating.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally straightened and stood back. Her hands throbbed in time with the beat of her heart and his c**k was right there, within reach of her mouth.