Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (19 page)

He took in the sight for a moment and then touched her, his fingers featherlight. He stroked her shoulders, her breasts, her side. Her nipples hardened as he traced semicircles just under them. Even though there was a high likelihood that he would pinch them, once he found them hard, and even though it would hurt, she couldn’t stop from reacting. Or from being proud of her response.

He squeezed them, and she gasped. The pain tingled in her breasts, but the pleasure went straight to her core. Just as he’d readied her nipples for his pinch, he was preparing her pussy, making her wetter, softer. He let go and slid one hand slowly downward. Over her round stomach, which she’d always been a bit embarrassed about, but which seemed to please him. Across her freshly shaved mound. It had made her wet just preparing for him. Kneeling had added to her arousal. So had having him in her mouth and tasting him. And now, him touching her while her hands were behind her. He slid his fingers along the length of her pussy, then curled them up and thrust two inside. It was hard to maintain her position when he did that. She wanted to reach out her hands for balance, but she didn’t.

This, too, she was prepared to do in front of an audience, if he wanted her to.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “We’re going clubbing tonight.”

She shuddered, almost coming on the spot. “Yes, Master.”

“I’ve always enjoyed pleasing women.” He moved his thumb across her clit, roughly, and she shuddered again.
Why is his touch so magical?
He knew how to touch all the right places and how firmly to touch them. But there was more than that.

“Making a woman come is wonderful,” he told her. She didn’t want to be just
a woman
, she wanted to be
the
woman. But his fingers made her forget that. He thrust them inside her, rocking her clit as he did. He squeezed her ass with the other hand and stepped closer until his chest brushed against her sensitive nipples. She wanted to hold him back, but she held her position. Open. Exposed. Vulnerable, more than only physically.

He built up her pleasure, thrusting, rubbing. He squeezed her ass, pinched her nipples, and scraped his fingernails across her back. It was so much easier to let go while tied up, or lying down, but he still brought her to the edge.

“May I come, Master?” she asked.

“Not yet. I wasn’t done talking. Hold it. Please.” He didn’t stop rubbing, so she had to close her eyes and try to think of something else. She wanted to be able to hold it for him—even in front of an audience. To show him and anyone what a good, obedient girl she was. To earn it when he called her
treasure.

“There’s something different between us. Some reason it makes my heart sore to give you exactly what you want.” He grinned. “Of course, sometimes I like withholding it as well.”

“Like now.”

“Now I’m just making sure you have your pleasure at the exact right moment,” he said. “When you’ll enjoy it most. Where was I? Ah, yes.”

She shuddered and almost came when he thrust his fingers in again. “Please. I can’t —”

He shut her up with a kiss and then pulled back. “Count from five to one, Emma. Slowly, but when you get to one you can come.”

She nodded. She’d do anything. “Five. Four.”

“You’re something different, and you make me want to do everything exactly right.”

She could barely hear his words, with the pressure she felt inside. “Three. Two.” She hurried the last one.

“Because I love you.” He nestled his free hand in her hair.

“One.”

The pleasure rippled over her body before she realized what he’d said. Her pussy squeezed down hard on his fingers. His body pressed up against her, and his grip tightened on the back of her head as he kissed her deeply. She would have fallen over if it weren’t for that. Her hands fluttered behind her neck, wanting to thrash or grab or something to relieve the tingle as it travelled into her limbs. Trying to maintain position only made it more intense. She rocked against his finger, drawing out her pleasure, as the sensations took her again and again.

Only when she stopped shaking did he break off the kiss, and she could say what she wanted to say. “God, Diego. I love you too. I mean Master.”

“Either. Both.” He breathed a sigh of relief. Had he really doubted her answer? It seemed perfectly obvious to her. “I’m going to keep you.”

“May I kneel, Master?”

“Yes.”

She knelt on the hard floor. She knew she couldn’t stay there forever, but it was where she wanted to be. He put his hand in his pocket and came out with a plastic bag with tissue paper inside it. She watched as he opened it and unfolded the paper to reveal a delicate golden chain, at the end of which was a small heart-shaped locket.

“This collar you can wear all the time. Do you want to?”

Her heart sped up. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “Yes, please.”

He wrapped it around her throat, just above her leather collar, and then tucked the locket under the leather. He pushed it down farther, until the locket was exposed below.

“Perfect.
My
little treasure.”

He leaned on the
My
with delicious emphasis. “Yours.” Everything felt good. Even the ache of her knees from the floor was welcome. She wasn’t sure it was sane, but she loved every moment.

He reached down and grasped her hand, pulling her to her feet again. “Come. Let’s go get dressed for a night out.”

He led her toward the bedroom. “What am I wearing?” she asked.

“For now? You’ll wear your black dress. In the club? Nothing but my collar.”

She shivered. But it was a good shiver. It was funny, the idea of walking around a club naked didn’t have any appeal to her, but the idea of doing it because he ordered it was perfect. She wanted it. But she needed him to order it, to make it work for her.
Is he in control, or am I?

It didn’t matter really. And if he ever thought it was out of balance, he could grab her and use her however he wished. At home, or in the middle of a club. They both knew that.

Perfect.

“I love you,” she said with feeling.

He got to the closet and turned around. “I love you too, my little treasure.”

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The BONDAGE RANCH Series

Roped In

Pushing Limits

Moving On

His Little Tart

His Little Treasure

Sindra van Yssel

I’ve been writing all my life, but I published my first book in 2009 and since then have published over twenty romances, all with some element of BDSM in them. Along the way, I’ve received five star and top pick reviews from a wide variety of sources, and have had the pleasure of hearing from many readers.

I write about hot, dominant men and strong, submissive women. I have a soft spot for happy endings but I love torturing my characters. It’s fun to watch them overcome obstacles, and enjoy some hot kinky sex along the way. Hopefully you’ll enjoy watching them squirm as much as I do.

I’ve developed a passion for rope and all its kinky uses, and have enjoyed visiting play parties, clubs, and munches—all in the name of research, of course! It all helps to make my books as authentic and as sexy as I can possibly make them.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy playing disc golf, and board games with friends. I’m a fan of Australian rules football (go Eagles!) and travel to Australia occasionally. I’m also a big fan of European soccer, especially the English Premier League. I don’t like my men in helmets. I currently live in Virginia with a son who is just about to go off to college, and work a day job in the public library.