Page 99 of Illicit Education

“I am going to give you what you want now.”

Fucking finally.As he stood and disappeared from sight, a tremor of excitement ran through my body.

Then Reed placed his palm on my right butt cheek, only briefly, before removing it again, as if purposely trying to focus my attention to that spot. I closed my eyes and braced myself.

The slap of the leather fingers bit my skin for only a split second. I gasped, but then it was over, and his hand was back in place, the warmth of his palm soaking into my skin.

“How was that?”

I shrugged.

“Verbal communication, Rylan. It’s imperative.”

“It was good… I guess?”

“You guess?” That hint of amusement was back in his tone.

The leather strips came back down against my skin, harder this time. The bite of pain lasted longer.

I groaned, clenching my teeth against the discomfort.

“And now?”

Oh fuck,his voice was so sexy, so much deeper when he was turned on.

“Good.”

“Goodwhat?” He followed that up with another quick smack to my ass.

My body jerked and I gasped when my clit rubbed against the spanking horse. “Good,Master,” I breathed.

“Hold still.”

“I can’t,” I panted.

“Would you like me to secure your feet?”

“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs so they lined up with the legs of the horse.

“Tell me your safe word again.”

“Lavender, sir.”

And then his hands were on my cheeks and I jerked, which was a terrible mistake because my clit rubbed against the leather horse.

“Shh,” he murmured, gripping my ass to hold me still. “Breathe.”

I pulled a shaky breath through my nose, then sighed loudly.

“Again.”

I did as I was told, repeating my deep breaths until the need to grind against the leather had eased a bit.

“Good girl.” Reed ran his hands down my left leg, then began wrapping my ankle with whatever he’d chosen for restraining me. We’d gone over the different options, from leather straps to rope that might cause pain and various things in between. This only pinched a little, with the bulk of the pain coming from my leg being pressed hard against the wood, but even that wasn’t really painful, just uncomfortable. When he finished, he moved to the other leg, sliding his hand down firmly from my cheek to my calf, then he quickly fastened that ankle to the other leg of the table.

I jumped as the leather whipped against my skin again.

And again.