Saturday Spankings - "You want to tie me up?" "Yes." #BDSM #shibari #spanking #romance #erotic

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings.

This week a few from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE and things are heating up for Kane and Imogen.

“Are you tired?” Kane asked, removing the slim tie he’d worn with his suit, then undoing the top button of his shirt.

“No.” She studied him. Thoughts of going to sleep couldn’t be further from her mind. She had a hot man now. Someone who could take her to wonderful places and play her body like a musical instrument—why would she want to sleep?

“Good, because I have plans for you.”

“That sounds interesting.”

“It is.” He removed his shirt so that he was bare-chested.

Imogen’s mouth watered at the sight of his sun-kissed skin and the three stars inked onto his flesh. She wanted to touch him, lick him, feel his body pushing up against hers—pushing into hers.

He walked over to her and stooped. He carefully removed her shoes the way he had her boots that first night.

She stared at the top of his head and watched the tendons in his shoulders shift as he moved.

He straightened, towering over her now that she’d lost her heels. “This way.” He linked their fingers and tugged her to the room he’d used earlier to shower and change.

When he opened the door, Imogen paused.

This bedroom was quite different to the one she’d been using. The walls were painted a darker shade and the drapes at the window were black. The bed had silky gray sheets and pillows, and two lamps with burgundy shades gave the room a sultry glow.

Standing in the middle of the room was a padded leather bench. It was like the one she’d seen at the club. The first night she’d witnessed it in use, the submissive had been tied, spanked, and fucked as she lay over it.

She glanced at Kane.

He tilted his chin and his eyes narrowed.

That was him feeling vulnerable, she knew that now. He was showing her something that was very personal to him, yet trying to act like it didn’t matter. It did.

“You’ve been busy,” she said. “Planning.”

“I told you, I plan everything.”

“So you do.” She stepped away from him and ran her fingertip over the cool black leather on the bench. She couldn’t deny that she was excited to see it. She’d thought of it several times. After the cross it was the piece of apparatus she was the most interested in.

The door to the room clicked shut.

At the side of the bench, a mirror had been leaned against the wall. It was huge, eight feet by eight feet, and perfect for whoever was on the bench to turn to the side and see their reflection. Imogen stepped around the head section, tracing her fingers over the stitching. A table had been set next to the bench. It held a small brown leather bag and one long length of slim black rope.

She looked at Kane. He was standing with his arms at his sides, his jaw was set tight, and he was studying her with an intensity that made her insides quiver.

“Is this for...?” She held up the rope and the end slithered to the floor. “Shibari, yes.”

“You want to tie me up?”

“Yes.”

“Like the girls in the pictures at the club.”

“Yes.”

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