When he got this intense she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. He was so hot and sexy and bossy and in charge that it blew her mind.

So she sat on the cool of his bed, on her side, and watched as he gathered things.

This too was part of the show.

He’d stay clothed until he was ready to be naked. Waiting for it only made her hotter. Having him touch her, his clothes against her naked skin, rendered her even more bare. Bare to everything he wanted.

He approached her, holding a blindfold.

“Been a very difficult day. I’m going to fuck all that away. But you need to let go totally.”

He slid the blindfold on. Once the darkness took hold, she did indeed trust him and let go. Her skin came to life in ways it only did when her eyes were covered.

“Since our last experience with a cane didn’t go so well, I got a new one.”

She shivered. A crop was one thing, but a cane – well, a cane came close to her no thank you point. The last time they’d tried it he’d switched out to a flogger, which she preferred, loving the way the tails seemed to caress her even as they bit her skin.

He kissed her neck and she sighed, melting into him. Needing him to take over and make her forget everything but Asa and PJ.

It was one thing to make him hot, and most of the stuff he did made her hot too. But real pain wasn’t where she liked her sex to be. She trusted him to try a new angle. Trusted him to make it really good for both of them.

She listened as he moved around. Things landed on the bed as he did. She wondered what each item was, which was probably why he did it.

“Your lips just curved up into a smug smile.”

Of course she was smiling!

“So many other women could be right here, but they’re not. I am. What’s not to smile about?”

He hummed his pleasure at that. “No one could be here right now. Not this way. Only you.”

His hands, warm and strong, caressed along her body until he stopped at her upper arms, lifting her gently, helping her to stand.

“Going to sit again, this time I want you over my lap.”

He led her the few steps to where he’d been sitting before, where she’d come to him and removed her stockings and the rest of her lingerie.

The times they’d done this he’d had her standing, braced on the bed or a chair. This time, though, she let herself fall into the way he pushed her to her knees. Gently, of course. The strangeness of the fact that he was going to use a cane on her but always touched her with reverence was something she’d accepted.

But it still thrilled her.

More rustling as he sat. “Come here.” He touched her again, helping her up, her belly across the steel of his thighs. “Palms flat on the floor.”

She did as he said, arching as his fingertips traced down her spine, over the curve of her ass, tickling at the back of each thigh just below the swell of her butt cheeks.

Then the bulge in his forearm, the one resting across her back, flexed, and the sound of the cane split the air.

She jumped, but he didn’t touch her. He was just making that sound. Ramping them both up.

Once she relaxed, he began again. Each new touch took a few moments as she puzzled over what he was doing. He rolled the cane down her back and over her ass, which was nearly a massage.

Then nothing for long moments until a bright burst of sensation against her ass.

Whack.

She sucked in a breath and waited for the nope too much from the first time. He blew over the heat and it twisted through her. Not hurt, but delicious sensation.

He did it again and then once more before pausing.

“With me?”

She found her will to speak and managed to mumble a yes.

“Good. This cane is leather instead of rattan. Makes the prettiest welts on your skin, but it’s less rigid and takes more of the impact.”

His cock pressed against her hip as she writhed when he struck several more times. It hurt, but for just a breath, and then her body took over, rushing to fill her with feel-good chemicals.

Whatever it was, Asa was a master at it. He knew just where to hit and how hard. How often. He did it in a rhythm that seduced her nice and slow, the heat building but in a pleasant way. It seemed to flow straight through her right to her clit, and since that aligned with her interests, what did she have to do but enjoy it?

There were always plusses to giving over to him.

Asa liked this leather a lot. The creak as he held the cane was satisfying, and she seemed to like it far better than their last go.

The thunk of it each time he made contact echoed up his arm and made him harder and harder with every sound of pleasure he wrenched from her lips.

A pretty pink flush lived on her skin, and he put the cane aside to pet over her back and sides. She’d gone a little heavy and dreamy and he loved it.

He pulled the blindfold off and continued to stroke her skin until she was ready to be led to the bed.

“On your belly.”

It’d be more comfortable for her that way, and it also gave him the chance to look at those welts as he pulled his clothes off.

Her head was turned in his direction and she watched him, a smile on her lips. He wanted to bottle that moment.

Instead he bent to blow over the heated skin on her ass and thighs, delighting in the way goosebumps rose. Her scent wafted to his nose and he licked a trail up the back of her thigh.

“I like that,” she murmured.

“I aim to please.”

“You do. It’s a really lovely quality.”

He slid her thighs apart, walking his fingers up to her pussy. He hissed as the heat of her greeted his touch. “So wet.”