Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure Read Free Page B

was whispering something in her ear. If I was in that situation, I don’t think I’d be looking around . Then she had a dark thought.
    “How about you? Are you attached to anyone?” she asked Diego. “Here or otherwise?”
    Diego shook his head. If he’d even noticed the blonde, she couldn’t tell. “No. If I was, I wouldn’t be playing with anyone else.”
    She took another look over at the blonde, but the woman was looking at the floor now. She yelped at a particularly hard smack and then thrust out her back for more.
    Maybe I was imagining it.
    The piece of equipment Diego led her to was the simplest piece of furniture in the room. A broad, heavy wooden base six inches tall stabilized a vertical post. The wooden four-by-four was over six feet tall, polished and painted black. A large O-ring was bolted a few inches from the top of it. It was situated in the darkest corner of the room.
    He gestured her on to it with one hand and held her hand with the other. She stepped on to the platform uncertainly. When she was stable, he let her go.
    He opened his bag and brought out a length of red rope. Then he put out his hand palm up. His eyes were even with hers, even with her on top of a platform and in three-inch heels. “Your wrists,” he said.
    Her heart sped up as she put her left wrist in his hand, then crossed her right on top of that.
    “You’re nervous, aren’t you? And eager. It’s a lovely combination, chica.”
    She watched as he doubled up the rope, wrapped it around her wrists twice, and tied a knot with practiced ease. How many times had he done this? Or maybe he practiced at home on a bedpost or his ankle, and he was as nervous as she was. She giggled to herself. That was the sort of man she expected to end up with, but no, that clearly wasn’t him. There was no sign of nervousness in him at all.
    “Something funny?” he asked.
    “No, not really. Sorry.”
    “It’s okay, Emma.” He kissed her cheek lightly. “It’s your first time. It’s normal to be anxious. But you’re safe here. Your friend is watching me, making sure I don’t step out of line.”
    She looked up. Valerie had stepped back from Sue and Keith and was indeed watching her instead. Emma wasn’t sure that made her feel less nervous, but it at least changed it. Safety was a good thing.
    Diego held her wrists over her head. Her chest lifted as her hands went up, and his gaze took in the sight before returning to her wrists as he tied them to the O-ring above. “Are you worried about being watched?”
    She nodded. And yet it excited her too, like dressing up for the dungeon had. She’d never been one to put herself forward, but she’d always envied the way Valerie dwelled in the limelight.
    “Turn around and face the post. You won’t have to deal with seeing who might be watching, then. We’re in the corner, and I doubt we’ll attract too much attention anyway. Most people like to look at the heavy scenes.”
    She shifted her feet, following the instructions with reluctance. In the corner, not attracting attention. That would be me.
    Something fell over her right shoulder. She smelled leather and turned her head to look. Two dozen strips of leather, half of them red and the others black, tickled the tops of her breast. A flogger, not unlike the one Valerie had used.
    He put his arm around her waist and his hand on her stomach. It was easy to imagine it moving lower, lifting her skirt perhaps. He leaned in close on her left, and she inhaled his warm, musky scent. He whispered, “I’d like to flog you with this. How do you feel about that?”
    “Yes. But not too hard, please.”
    “No,” he promised. “Not too hard.”
    His hand rose along her stomach as he pulled the flogger back across her shoulders, the tails slithering across the bare skin her top exposed. Just when she thought he might cup her breasts, he withdrew his hand entirely. The flogger, too, was gone.
    Then it whipped through the air and struck her back