Brat and Master by Sindra van Yssel Page B

Cheri, and he couldn’t treat her the same.
    “Whatcha thinking?” asked Amanda. “Um, Sir.”
    He pulled her into his arms. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes for what I have in mind.”
    “Hmm. Should we negotiate that? I look much better with them on.”
    “I’ll tell you what. If I agree, I’ll let you get dressed again.” He found the zipper on the back and walked his fingers up until he reached the top. Then he pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress off her shoulders. To his delight, that was all it took to have it fall to the floor. He backed off a moment to take in the sight of Amanda in lingerie. Her pinkish-tan nipples were visible through the sparse lace of her bra.
    She blushed.
    “So, can I put it back on now?” she asked.
    “Not a chance.” He liked her thighs too, with the black lines of suspenders cutting across the pale flesh. “Take your panties off for me.”
    She nodded and slipped them down. He noticed she’d attached the suspenders underneath her underwear to make it possible without messing with the clasps. He was surprised, however, by the sight of blonde curls that didn’t match her dark hair. The black lines of the garter belt framed her mound beautifully. His cock hardened. He wanted to bend her over the table in the other corner of the room and fuck her hard.
    She caught him staring. “You approve of what you see, Sir?”
    “I do. Why do you dye your hair?”
    “It was black and pink. This was the color my hairdresser thought would look the most natural after she took that out.”
    He grinned. Black and pink sounded interesting too. “Why’d you change?”
    “I’m job hunting.”
    “Ahh. What do you do?”
    “I train people how to use business software.”
    He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. That wasn’t it, but it fit. She was obviously smart, and the skills she’d shown when doing her demos on negotiation and on flogging showed that she was a natural trainer. Personally, he thought his attention would be held better by a woman with pink hair, but he understood that wasn’t the way everyone’s mind worked. “I bet you’re good at your job.”
    “I am.”
    No demure false humility. He grinned.
    “That’s not all I’m good at.” Amanda winked, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His cock got harder. Achingly hard. He needed a distraction.
    “Turn and face the cross,” he said.
    She turned, wiggled her ass, and followed directions. She spread her legs and arms to match the X, which looked exquisite. Her skin looked perfect against the dark wood of the cross.
    He tore his gaze from her for a moment to open his bag. He pulled out several lengths of black nylon rope, which he’d pulled the cores out of to produce a hollow and more flexible material. He found the rope held the knots better without the core too. He bent down and wrapped it around her right ankle several times, finished it with a bowline knot, and made sure he could slip a finger between the rope and her ankle so that she’d have adequate circulation. He attached it to the O-ring that was conveniently located on the cross for the purpose.
    “You know,” said Amanda. “When I met you, I was sure I’d have to teach you how to do things like that.” She grinned. “And here you are, an expert. Your rope even feels lovely.” She wiggled her ankle.
    “Glad you approve. I’m not an expert, though. I’ve just listened to a few.” He’d given her some range of motion. It was almost impossible to avoid, without turning her foot and tying her ankle directly to the cross. But no matter how much she wiggled, the knot wouldn’t tighten or come undone. He moved over to give her other ankle the same treatment.
    She sighed when he was done.
    He straightened. “You like rope?” he asked softly.
    “Love it,” she whispered. “Will there be more?”
    “Yes. I don’t want you thrashing around.”
    “Oh, I’ll be good— Um, wait, no, I won’t. You better tie me tight.” She