Page 37 of No Going Back

Guy hardly dared breathe. Maddie’s indecision was killing him. He recalled her words the first time they’d made love: Because sometimes, all you want is to burn. For a woman who wanted to burn, she looked about ready to call the fire brigade.

“I want to do it. As I said… I’ve dabbled.”

No wonder she’d taken her spanking so well. “Then you know about safewords.”

“I’ve used them before. Traffic lights seem to be the easiest thing to remember.”

“Then we’ll stick with traffic lights. Tell me how you understand them.”

“Red to stop, yellow to slow things down a bit.”

“And green?”

“Everything’s okay. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.” Guy smiled. He trailed his fingertips down Maddie’s cheek, then tilted her chin so he could kiss her again. “So—want to play?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then remove your clothes for me, please. All of them.”

While she carried out his instructions, Guy took the opportunity to get more comfortable. He shed his suit jacket, shirt and tie, and toed off his shoes before pulling off his socks. He dug his toes into the thick carpet. For staff quarters, Maddie’s home was furnished to an impressive standard.

Aware that she’d completed her task and awaited his pleasure, Guy selected more of the long, narrow scarves from the dressing table. The black one was dark enough to function as an adequate blindfold, so he tucked it in his pocket.

“We’ll start with your wrists. Cross them for me please.”

Acutely aware of her gaze on him, with a few deft movements, Guy secured her wrists with the first scarf. He cast a quick glance at her face—good, no sign of panic. “You trust me?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, he lifted her in his arms and laid her in the centre of the bed, a stunning sight that only increased his hunger for her. He pulled the scarf from his pocket. “How do you feel about a blindfold?”

“I don’t have claustrophobia, if that’s what you mean. I won’t start screaming.”

“Pity,” he murmured, enjoying the way her eyebrows shot up in a what-have-I-let-myself-in-for reaction.

With the blindfold in place, the magnificent picture she made quickened his pulse. The sight of a woman at his mercy was the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable. For a heart-searing moment, his innermost desires broke free from his control and conjured up an image of this woman surrendering fully to the darkness in his sadistic soul.

With a firm, inexorable grip, he moved Maddie’s hands over her head and held them down on the pillow. “Good girl.”

Her nipples hardened. So, she liked his approval. He liked her response to it. Something to remember.

During his visits to the club, there were always bodies on show, male and female, all ages, shapes and sizes, but none of them could compare with this one. He’d been in the lifestyle for long enough to appreciate the stories a body could tell. The young, perfect ones were an easy read, but a body like Maddie’s demanded closer attention. Before him he saw a beguiling combination of soft curves and toned muscle, a woman who took care of herself, yet wasn’t afraid to age gracefully. Even with the lights dimmed, each blemish told a tale of challenge faced with elegance and dignity.

Guy moulded his palm to her breast, appreciating its softness and weight, and cradled it in the right position for him to draw her nipple deep into his mouth. This time her moan was wilder. He suckled harder, and when he bit down on the rosy nubbin, he didn’t hold back.

“Yesssss!!”

Her cry was a keening wail as she arched away from the bed. Her hands clenched into fists and relaxed as she fell back to the bed, panting. Guy reined in the swelling tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf him. Her reaction was wild, but it didn’t necessarily make her a masochist.

“You liked that?”

Maddie nodded, a jerky movement that told him she was already beyond making a coherent response. In that moment, Guy didn’t care whether he satisfied his sadistic nature or not—all he wanted was to give this woman more pleasure than she could handle.

A light touch to her thigh, and her legs parted. The lift of her hips was a fierce temptation, beckoning to him to explore the beauty now exposed, but denial would make the pleasure sweeter. He laid his hand across her lower abdomen. “Not yet.”

Guy shifted position to kneel between her legs. From this angle, Maddie was incredible. Taking his weight with a hand on either side of her body, he immersed himself in the sheer delight of the picture she presented. His woman was a living work of art, one who wouldn’t look out of place in the finest gallery in the world. How he would love a painting of her posing just like this to hang on the wall of his playroom.