Chapter 32

Lyra

I stared at the paddle in his hand, trying not to whimper at the ice cube that melted in p*ssy some more, and I licked my lips multiple times when he came closer to me again.

Fuck, this was crazy.

Borderline crazy.

The fact that I was tied to the floor and ceiling while he roamed, fully clothed about me.

I would have never expected things to escalate the way they did when I made him that offer in the car, but they had, and I felt like I wasn't going to regret it.

In fact, I was curious.

What would it be like?

Painful?

Enjoyable, as he had said?

I was also intrigued by his interests.

So this was what he was into.

Chains, control, dominance.

I mean, I had seen a bit of it that night in New York when we had sex, but I would have never expected him to have a whole room dedicated to it.

The whips, the canes—they all looked similar to the porns I've seen, but I would never know since I had never experimented.

Well, until now.

He continued to roam around me, trailing the paddle across