Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “I might. What do you like to eat?”

  Now it was Simon’s turn to grin maniacally.

  “Shall we say I’m open to all suggestions.”

  Emma blushed. He loved that about her. It was such a charming trait that endeared her to him. Simon finished his wine and stood. He held out his hand to her.

  “Shall we?”

  She cocked her head, then smiled and took his hand. They made their way through the crowded bar and stepped outside.

  “My car’s just down the road.”

  They walked hand in hand down the street. Simon was excited by what was to come. He knew Emma would be feeling the same way. He had found an out-of-the way parking spot, and there was no one around as they arrived at the car.

  “Here we are.”

  Simon opened the door for Emma. As she was getting in, he grabbed her. He quickly put a hand over her mouth and grabbed the handcuffs he’d stashed in the console. Quickly, he cuffed her hands together. It was awkward with one hand, but he managed it. Emma was struggling and trying to get away. He grabbed a scarf that he put with the cuffs and gagged her. He kissed her forehead.

  “Now be a good girl. If you behave you won’t get hurt—much.”

  She was pulling at the cuffs as Simon put on her seatbelt. He quickly got behind the wheel and drove out of the parking spot. He kept his fingers crossed that they wouldn’t be seen. Even if it was just a game, they were the only ones that knew and he didn’t feel like spending the night at the police station explaining it.

  As it turned out, they were lucky. He managed to get out of the city and into the suburbs without any problem. He knew where there was a large reserve and park about eight kilometres away so he quickly drove there. Emma was grunting against the gag and trying to pull her hands apart.

  He leant over and flicked her ear.

  “Behave or I won’t be nice.”

  She sat quieter.

  Simon drove the car into the reserve. He went down a trail that he knew of and drove into a small picnic area with a couple of aluminium tables. Turning off the engine, he walked around to the passenger door and opened it. Reaching down, he picked up the bag he had put on the floor and then undid Emma’s seatbelt. The bag held rope, his flogger, and a few other things.

  “Now we’re going for a little walk. Like I said, behave and you won’t get badly hurt. Okay?”

  She nodded her head. He pulled her out of the car and with his arm around her, walked her over to one of the tables. He lifted her onto it.

  “Okay, my sweet little Irish lady, we going to play a little.”

  Emma was squirming and trying to pull off the gag.

  “No. None of that!”

  He gave her hand a smack. Quickly he grabbed one ankle and tied some rope to it, then tied the end to the leg of the table. He went to grab the other but Emma started jerking it, trying to stop him. He hit her across the thigh and then grabbed it, tying off the same way.

  She was sitting on the edge of the table, her legs spread and tied, her eyes wide. He leant forward and kissed her through the gag. She shook her head, trying to make him stop.

  “Aw, now that’s not nice. You should be nice to me or else.”

  He ran his hands up and down her legs. Her skirt had ridden up when he spread her legs apart and he could see her tiny lace panties. He pressed his fingers against them then pushed a finger between the lace and her flesh.

  She wriggled trying to prevent his hand from getting close. He pinched the top of her leg and pushed a finger into her slit. He almost groaned aloud, she was so wet!

  Thrusting his finger in and out a few times, he had to smile when she forgot their game and pushed herself onto it.

  Stepping back, he looked at her. Her eyes were hooded and she was panting slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he came back to stand between her legs. Slowly he undid her blouse. He reached around and undid her bra. Those gorgeous breasts spilt out and he latched onto one nipple with his mouth while he pulled at the other. Emma was moaning softly as her nipples pebbled.

  He pushed her back until she was lying down. With the rope, he looped it between the handcuffs then tied it off so her hands were now above her head. Digging into his bag, he held up a knife.

  “Sorry, but that skirt has to go.”

  He gave himself a mental reminder to take Emma shopping tomorrow to replace the skirt and the things he had ruined when he first met her. She tried to shake him off but he quickly cut through the fabric, her knickers exposed. Using the knife, he split through them. He gave her pussy a quick kiss.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, trying to fight me. You have to be punished.”

  Holding up the flogger, he showed it to her then swung it. It landed across both breasts. Her nipples got even harder, if that was possible. He hit her again. She was moaning louder now. Digging into his bag, he pulled out the clover clamps and put one on each nipple. Then he struck her again with the flogger, this time on the mound above her clit.

  He could see how wet she was and wanted to sink his cock into her. He quickly tore off his jeans and briefs then move to her face. Holding his cock, he rubbed it against her mouth and her cheeks.

  “If I take off your gag will you scream?”

  She shook her head no. He undid the gag and she screamed. He hit her with the flogger across the breast then pulled on the chain on one of the clamps. Emma gave another scream, this time in sheer pleasure as she actually climaxed. Simon grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth.

  “I promise I will let you go if you suck my dick nicely.”

  She looked at him wide-eyed but he felt her tongue running around his cock as she sucked on it. He pushed it in and out her mouth, all the time he kept pulling and releasing the clover clamps. When he was worried he would come, he pulled his cock from her mouth.

  “That was a good girl. Now let me fuck that gorgeous cunt of yours.”

  “No!” she shouted. “Let me go!”

  Simon quickly tied the gag back onto her mouth.

  “Naughty!” He waggled his fingers at her. “Now I have to hurt you again.”

  He picked up the flogger and began hitting her across the stomach and the mound with it, occasionally pulling the clamp chains, until she was writhing and pleading with her eyes for more. Quickly sliding on a condom, he positioned himself between her legs again and brutally pushed his cock inside her wet cunt. As he began thrusting, he held one of her legs and used the flogger with his other hand. She was groaning and he laid the flogger down and undid the gag. Picking it up, he struck her a few more times across the breasts, making sure he caught the clamps.

  He bent forward and pulled off one of the clamps, as the blood rushed back into her nipple, the pain of it making her come again. His cock was caught in the viselike grip of her muscles. He dropped the flogger and pulled on the nipple, knowing it would hurt her more. He was rewarded when she shouted, the game forgotten.

  “Oh god yes! Hurt me more!”

  He jerked his cock in and out a few more times, his fingers pressing into the top of her leg. Then he undid the other clamp and twisted it between his fingers.

  “Ah, Simon!” His name was a long drawn out scream as Emma’s climax rose.

  She screamed and came hard. It was Simon’s undoing. He couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He shouted, pushed his cock against the muscles holding him, and filled the condom with his cum. Simon was sweating and panting. He looked at Emma. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed rapidly.

  He quickly untied her and pulled out a blanket from his bag to wrap her in. He wrapped her in the blanket, picked her up, and carried her to the car. Opening the back door, he climbed in, holding her in his arms. He stroked her hair and her arms as she lay snug and satisfied, cradled within his arms, murmuring words of love and comfort.

  Simon had no idea how long they sat in the backseat. He didn’t care. He would be happy to stay there forever with Emma held tight but grad
ually he felt her begin to stir. She wriggled and looked up at him. He caught his breath. Her face was naked and he almost read what looked like her love for him. She dropped her eyes.

  “That was amazing! That was…oh my god that was fun.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it because I did, too.”

  “I can’t believe how that felt! The whole scenario made it more exciting. Even the hits seemed more painful, more arousing.” She gave a laugh. “I think I came just thinking of what you were doing.”

  “I almost came in your mouth. That’s why I had to stop for a minute. Hell, Emma, you are amazing.” He went to tell her that he was falling in love with her when they heard a car.

  “Shit. Hang on.”

  He quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed his jeans, dragging them on. Carefully but swiftly he untied the ropes and picked everything up, racing them back to the car. Emma, meanwhile, had climbed into the passenger seat and done up her bra and blouse. She had wrapped the blanket around her and was laughing delightedly. Simon jumped into the front seat and started the car just as the other car entered the clearing. Simon drove past it sedately and nodded his head to the driver.

  Emma was trying hard to smother her laughter as they drove down the track past the other car.

  “I’m glad they didn’t come an hour earlier.”

  “Oh, Simon, imagine what they would have thought!”

  “I know! I didn’t expect anyone would use that area at night. Damn.”

  “At least we had fun.”

  “Oh man, did we ever!”

  It was late, close to midnight, when they got back to Emma’s, laughing most of the way, and went back inside.

  “I owe you more clothes. Tomorrow I promise we’ll go shopping and I’ll replace them all.”

  “It’s okay, it was worth losing them.”

  “No, we’ll get more because I have a feeling that won’t be the last time I tear your clothes off.”

  Simon pulled her close and held her. She snuggled as tightly as she could into him, her body moulded to his.

  “I had the best time tonight, Simon, it was fun but it was oh so exciting.”

  “Me, too! God I almost came so many times, seeing you tied on that table!”

  “It was such a turn-on. I never thought something like that could excite so much.” Em gave a giggle. “Of course I’ve never tried it before so I guess I wouldn’t have known.”

  “I’ve never done it before either but I had a feeling we’d both get off on it.”

  He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up. Lowering his head, he kissed her tenderly.

  “Much as I don’t want to I need to go home and you need sleep.”

  “True, I’m tired. Somebody wore me out.”

  Simon laughed then kissed her again.

  “Please tell me I can see you tomorrow.”

  “I’d be angry if you didn’t. Come for breakfast.”

  “Great! I will. I try to get here around eight thirty and I’ll bring a drill over to fix those eyebolts. Then we can test them.”

  Emma gasped, as if just hearing him say that was exciting. Simon felt the same way. Reluctantly he kissed her again then held her away from his body. He was tempted to make love to her again but knew it was late and she was tired.

  “Good night, beautiful lady. I’ll see you in the morning, or rather later this morning.”

  “Good night. I had a wonderful time.”

  He kissed her softly again, then turned on his heel and went out. When he reached the car, he looked back. She was standing at the door still. He waved, got in the car, and drove away feeling on top of the world.

  Chapter Eight

  “Got the drill.”

  Simon held up a drill case as he entered the house. Emma drew her breath. Just the thought of it was a turn-on. He came close and kissed her. She felt it from her toes right through to her head. The kiss was soft, gentle, but it was filled with unspoken promises. She stepped aside so Simon could enter then closed the door behind him.

  They walked into the kitchen. Emma had most of their breakfast prepared. Simon had sent her a text message when he left his house, telling her he was on his way so she was able to organise breakfast.

  She had decided on scrambled eggs with slices of avocado, baby spinach, and a fresh basil pesto on wholemeal ciabatta toast. All that was needed was to make the eggs and toast. She set Simon to watch the bread while she made the creamy scrambled eggs then dished it all up.

  “Delicious! Sure beats a bowl of cereal.”

  “I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure if you liked a big breakfast or small but I figured this is sort of halfway.”

  “It’s really lovely. You and my mother will get on well, she loves cooking. Breakfast at their house is usually a full-on meal.”

  Emma smiled but she had a flutter of excitement. She noticed he’d said “will” which meant he intended to introduce them to her at some time. She was beginning to realise this wasn’t just a five-minute romance. As far as she was concerned he had already sent tendrils into her heart.

  “She sounds my sort of woman.”

  “On my next week off, we could take a drive up and see them. Stay the night with them or find somewhere.”

  “I’d like that.”

  When they’d finished eating Emma made them both a coffee. Simon stretched his legs out and looked relaxed in her kitchen.

  “What’s the plan for tomorrow? Your friends are coming for dinner, aren’t they?”

  “Yes. I thought we might have fish. I’m going to get up early and go to the markets. That way I get fresh fish and vegetables.”

  “Would you be upset if I came? I’ve actually never been.”

  “Really? I’d love you to.”

  “Great!”

  Emma took a deep breath.

  “Maybe you should spend the night, I leave pretty early.”

  “Sounds a good idea. We can drop back to my house later so I can pick up clothes. Do you go to the markets a lot?”

  “Yes, especially when I’m working on new recipes or if we’re photographing food for my books.”

  “That makes sense.”

  He finished off his coffee and stood, taking the plates over to the dishwasher.

  “I’ll see about those hooks.”

  He took one of the wooden kitchen chairs and left the room. Emma quickly cleaned up then walked into the spare room. Simon had dragged the bed to one side of the room and was standing on the chair. He had put marks on the ceiling. There was a bag on the floor as well as an opened drill case.

  “Hey, love, can you pass me the drill?”

  Emma got a warm glow when he called her “love,” and she passed him the drill. The room was quite large. She had considered using it as the master bedroom except there was no built-in wardrobe and no bathroom attached. Even with the double bed, there was heaps of room. There was also a small side table.

  “I’ve marked where the ceiling joists are. Should be no problem.”

  He drilled a hole then got Emma to pass him up the large eyebolt from inside the bag. Carefully he screwed it into the ceiling. He put his index finger through the hole and pulled, lifting his feet off the ground. Emma held her breath, hoping the ceiling wouldn’t fall down. He looked down at her and grinned.

  “Well, that worked. Hope the other one does, too.”

  Emma watched as he climbed down and repositioned the chair under another mark. Once more he drilled a hole and Emma passed up the eyebolt. Again he hung off it and again it held his weight.

  “Well, considering I weigh a lot more than you do, sweetheart, I think we’re in business.”

  He left the room to return with the hanks soft rope he had bought previously as well as the leather cuffs. Standing on the chair, he threaded one rope through one eyebolt then did the other. Climbing down, he sat on the chair and proceeded to attach the cuff to the end of the rope with some very fancy knots.

  “How do you know the knots w
on’t come undone?”

  “Trust me, I’m a doctor.” He laughed.

  Emma could only grin at him as she watched. He then fixed the other cuff to the end of the other rope dangling from the hook.

  “Okay, my love, come over here for a minute.”

  When Emma walked to him, he fastened the cuff around her wrist then pulled the other end of the rope until her arm was held above her head. He measured out how much rope he had then lowered her arm. The floor in the room was just wood. Emma hadn’t got around to covering it or sealing it.

  He made Emma stand with her legs apart then Simon lined up the eyebolts and drilled more holes to screw them in.

  “I found the floor joists as well so there’s no chance of anything splitting. We can always replace these couple of floorboards if we ever decided to change things in here.”

  Once more he spoke as if he was in this with her forever and Emma felt her heart skip a beat. He fixed the remaining two cuffs to the eyebolts. Opening the bag, he pulled out a tube of Arnica cream, a blindfold, condoms, a flogger, and a paddle. He looked at the small side table and opened the drawer. He was able to fit everything in with no problem. The last thing he pulled out of his bag of tricks was a cake of soap.

  Emma burst out laughing when she saw them. He grinned up at her holding the soap.

  “Actually it’s the best thing for cleaning toys. This is just simple pure soap, no fragrances or anything else. Warm soap water means no reactions and we can keep everything clean.”

  Simon picked up the chair and carried it back into the kitchen. He then packed away the drill, picking up the drill case and the bag. He went back to the kitchen with Emma following him. Once more he delved into the bag and this time came up with a few ice packs. He stashed them in the freezer. When he looked at Emma, she was grinning.

  “I want to do everything I can to make sure you don’t bruise much, just makes sense. Honestly, Em, your safety is the most important thing to me.”

  She came close to him and put her arms around him.

  “Thank you, Simon. I love that you care enough to do what’s best for me.”

  He ran his fingertips across her face.

  “I do care, a lot,” he whispered as he lowered his face toward hers and Emma felt his lips brush softly over hers. Before she could react, he lifted her and threw her over his shoulder. Emma let out a scream.