Page 53 of Crave Me
Chapter Eighteen
Chloe
Simon tightened the leather band around my wrist. I kept my eyes on him, watching every one of his movements. As if he knew going back on a St. Andrew’s cross would be too much for me, he’d waited until the second one was free. It wasn’t the one I’d been on before, but across the room and blocked from my line of sight. The realization he was giving me a different memory while trying to erase the one I had from a few weeks made my limbs go liquid.
I was reeling from the revelation I’d shared with him moments ago, but then he touched me, and all of it evaporated into a cloud of dust. His hands moved down my thighs in warming, firm strokes. The feel of his hands on me centered me in unexpected ways. Simon always knew exactly what I needed.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded in a soft but still dominant voice. His fingers were light on my ankles, pulling them apart so he could bind me. He strapped one ankle to the cross and then the other before pressing a kiss to my ankle above the cuff. “Good job, Little Bird.”
He’d even strapped me differently, facing away from the cross and toward the large room where I could still see the men surrounding the woman I’d wanted to be, not because of the four men, but because of the one, Bennett.
Had I really finally realized my submission wasn’t about being overpowered and taken, but being worshipped? It sounded egotistical to my own ears, but the admission sent Simon into full Dom mode like I’d pleased him.
He stood and pressed his chest against mine, staring down at me with all the focus of a lieutenant colonel commanding a battalion of soldiers.
“How are you doing?” he asked, running his fingertips down my cheek. “Okay?”
I appreciated he asked. I didn’t need it. I was fully his.
“I’m well, sir.”
“Safe words?”
“Yellow to pause, red to stop, sir.”
His blue eyes regarded me for a moment before he nodded and stepped back. To the side of the cross was a table with floggers and whips and numerous other implements. My gaze stopped on a pair of clamps similar to what the woman had been wearing on the table. I blinked as Simon grabbed something entirely different.
Something the complete opposite of what I’d expected.
“A feather, sir?” I asked, when he turned back to me. A large black feather was in one of his hands.
“Questioning me, sub?”
I bit back a smile. Now wasn’t the time to tease him. The overwhelming desire inside of me to please him, to let him take me however he deemed fit, grew so deep inside me it threatened to overwhelm me.
I shivered, pulling on the bindings as he stepped closer.
“No, sir, not questioning.”
He lifted the feather between us and ran it beneath my chin, down the column of my throat. The soft touch tickled, and a flickering sensation followed his movement. I could barely feel it, yet the gentle touch turned my skin hot. Made it prickle.
“A few moments ago, you admitted what you truly want in a Dom. Do you realize this?”
He slid the feather down my chest, between my breasts and brushed it beneath one of them before moving to the other.
“Yes, sir.”
He stepped forward, continued circling my breasts with the feather. My nipples peaked into hardened points.
“Do you realize, you didn’t once mention enjoying or wanting pain?”
My throat dried and my breath heaved as my skin prickled, burning hotter. Everything inside of me came alive, like he’d unlocked the deepest desires of my soul.
“Answer me, Little Bird.”
I blinked, focused on Simon standing oh so beautifully close to me. If I wasn’t bound, I could lean forward and brush my lips against his collarbone.
“I know, sir. I hadn’t known it until I saw it.”
