Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender, Part Four) Read Online Free PDF

touch her at all, or did
she imagine it? When my hand lingered on her ass, she hitched a
breath, anticipating the blow. Craving it.
    My cock twitched excitedly as I let out a chuckle.
"There are other ways to punish you, love." I stroked her lower
back, my fingers drawing a slow, teasing circle. My touch was
tender. My voice was not. "Why are you still dressed?"
    She scrambled to undress, her jeans
first. In our rush to get out of the office earlier, I'd forgotten
that she was going commando. The sight of her bare ass and the
delicious view of her pussy made my body hum with anticipation. I
had plans for her body, the perfect way for her to
submit.
    Finally naked, she turned to face me, crossing her
arms against her breasts. Her cheeks were rosy with nervousness and
arousal. She licked her lips. "What now?"
    "Follow me."
    We left the main room, bypassing the guest bathroom,
and continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She
gasped as soon as we entered. As badly as I wanted to pull her to
the bed and screw her brains out, I gave her a moment to take in
the view.
    If the rest of my studio was defined by the art, the
furnishings, and the top of the line gadgets, my living quarters
were defined by its simplicity. There was a simple platform bed, a
nightstand, and an entire wall of windows stretching from floor to
ceiling. She stood in the glow of the afternoon sun, the San
Francisco city line hugging her beautiful body.
    The perfect instrument sprang to mind. I wanted her
spread and as breathless as she was now, staring at the beauty
outside while I stared at something infinitely more so: her hot,
wet pussy.
    I went to the bed, pulling out the drawer. The frame
was custom built, the extra storage tailor-made for my needs. To
the average, unaware eye, it was just a drawer for linens and a
blanket. But it had a false bottom. I found the notch that unhinged
the sheet of wood and lifted it, my eyes falling to all manners of
kink. I zeroed in on the small, cylinder-shaped rod with a circular
hook on each end. I placed it, and a pair of cuffs, on the bed.
When I looked back at the window, Melissa was looking back at
me, her lips slightly parted.
    "What is that?"
    "A spreader bar," I answered smoothly. I picked it
up, wanting, needing her more by the second when I realized she was
tracking it with interest. It was the perfect moment to remind her
who was in charge.
    "Turn around."
    Her blue eyes narrowed on the bar, then back up at
me, still round with curiosity. Her lips gave me her submission.
"Yes sir."
    Cuffs in one hand, spreader bar in
the other, I moved soundlessly toward her. I took my time. I wanted
her to feel every minute, every second. I let her senses heighten
her arousal. The chill of the air as its icy cool fingers stroked
her naked skin. The rush as she tried to gauge where I was and what
came next, her heart thrumming in her ears.
    I stopped behind her, my own heart ravaging my chest,
blood storming my veins, engorging my cock as I pressed my body
against hers. She let out the tiniest moan, a deep and vibrating
thing, pushing her ass back against me. Teasing me. The need inside
me wanted to just tear open my fly and thrust inside her. Fuck her
right against the glass. I did neither--there was a beauty in this
ritual, ultimate pleasure found in my dominance and her
submission.
    My body growled as I took a step away from her,
propping the spreader against the window, cuff in each hand.
    It was time to begin.
    I drank in her side profile, a wave of pride
consuming me when she didn't sneak a look at me. I knew she was
dripping wet with curiosity. But she kept her eyes front and
center, just like I'd commanded. She had a need inside of her,
something lying in a secret place that was just waiting for the
right person to unlock the door and set her free. Waiting for
me.
    I took a knee beside her, opening the first cuff. "A
spreader bar is a type of bondage equipment designed to keep the
submissive open and