We turned off the highway onto Old Fish Creek Road and shortly thereafter onto Bear Lane, but Brand pulled off to the side, into a little divot a fallen pine had made in the tree line. He left his engine running but put the truck in Park.
“That you what?” he asked, and he turned to face me and let go of my hand.
“That, you know, that I like…”
His voice was a low murmur when he asked, “What do you like, Roxanne?”
“You know.”
“I do not. I need you to say it.”
“I-I— No. You’re teasin’ me.”
“I am most certainly not teasin’ you.” His hand dropped to his lap, and he fisted his hard-on beneath his jeans. My eyes followed the movement, and a soft moan slipped from my mouth. “Tell me now, and maybe you’ll be rewarded later.”
An impending reward made the words rush from my lips. “I like when you tie me up and spank me. When you control me.”
“And did you wear a thong tonight to tease me, so I would be forced to punish you?”
My mouth dropped open. “No. I?—”
He raised one perfect eyebrow.
“Yes, sir, ” I said, my eyes cast down and my voice easing out of my mouth like smoke, thick and curling, and just like that, the butterflies in my stomach stilled.
With one finger under my chin, he lifted my gaze back to his. That was all it took. One touch from him. One look and my anxiety bled away. All those intrusive thoughts and doubts disappeared, as if my submission to him allowed me to feel confident and not second guess myself.
Brand saw the desire on my face, and he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When he opened them again, he stared at my breasts beneath my dress.
Growling low in his throat, he reached over and tugged the square neck of my dress down, then leaned closer and slid his hand inside my bra cup. Before I knew what he was doing, the dress was down around my waist, and he ripped the bra in two, tore it right where a little blue bow had been sewn between the cups. Silently, he dragged one strap off my shoulder and down my arm, and then the other.
Discarding the tattered fabric onto his back seat, he leaned closer and licked my nipple into his mouth. Goosebumps rose on my arms and at the back of my neck, and then he was lifting the dress up my thighs, his hot fingers searching between my legs.
“When we’re together, you will not wear a bra. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You may wear one when you’re workin’, but if you’re off the clock and in my presence, I don’t want these beautiful tits bound. Ever.”
I nodded. What else was there to say to that? A thrill rushed through me. Knowing that I would be braless around him and that he’d demanded it of me but no one else would know it was for him made me smile.
I had begun to think every single thing I did was for him.
“I think now’s the perfect time to discuss your limits.”
“M-my limits?”
“Yeah. What you’ll let me do to you. Restraint is okay?”
I nodded. Restraints were more than okay.
“Say the words, Roxanne.”
“Yes,” I said, “restraint is okay.”
“Good girl. And bondage. Rope. They’re okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
