Rough Draft: Big Easy by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

there were many public areas where couples who enjoyed exhibitionism could play in front of an audience, Jett suspected Carissa wasn’t ready for that. She was questioning her ability to submit, so he would have to guide her along the path slowly.
    He had the perfect place in mind. He had spotted it when Roan had given him the tour. When they reached the private, curtained area, Jett directed her inside then bid her to kneel on the spanking bench. It was one of Roan’s designs, with black leather padding covering the two levels. Carissa’s knees would be cushioned on the lower bench, her upper body draped over the higher surface, which tilted slightly so that her head would be lower than her hips. It would leave her ass raised, vulnerable. There were straps attached to the four corners.
    Carissa hesitated, studying the bench. He was pleased that, while she was excited and curious, her sense of self-preservation was firmly in place.
    “Are you going to tie me up?”
    “Do you want me to?”
    She started to shrug, but he wasn’t willing to let her off easy. This night would only succeed if she were honest about her desires, her needs.
    “Yes or no.”
    “Yes, but—”
    “But nothing. You said yes. Kneel.”
    She lowered herself to the padded bench, offering no resistance as he pressed on her back until her stomach was flat against the surface, her arms dangling toward the floor. Once she was crouched over the bench, he moved closer, brushing her ass with his crotch, letting her feel his erection.
    Her hands hung loose, though she clenched her fingers tightly around the front legs of the bench. He considered using the straps to secure her, and then decided against it. Jett understood the psychology of BDSM well enough to realize there were other ways to make Carissa feel captured.
    He bent over her, pressing his chest against her back, caging her beneath him. She tried to lift up—the response an instinctual one—to test her ability to escape. He prevented her movement, putting more of his weight on her.
    Carissa stilled, but he felt the stiffness in her posture when he lifted the mask from her face.
    “Relax,” he whispered.
    She snorted softly. “Yeah right.”
    “The correct response is ‘Yes, Sir’.”
    Her right cheek rested against the leather and she licked her lips nervously. “Yes, Sir.” He saw her struggling to use her peripheral vision to see his face, but the mask and near darkness of the curtained area protected his anonymity.
    “I’m going to list some things. Your only responses are yes or no. Understand?”
    She nodded. Then quickly added, “Yes…Sir”
    Jett decided to start easy, tackling something they’d already discussed. “Bondage.”
    “Yes.”
    “Spanking.”
    “Yes.”
    Her answers were immediate, letting Jett know she had indeed been fantasizing about this.
    “Flogger.”
    This time her response took longer.
    “Yes?”
    He heard the question in her voice, but he let it go.
    “Exhibitionism.”
    “Yes.”
    “Anal.”
    “Shit,” she muttered.
    Jett tried not to laugh. “That’s not an answer.”
    “Yes, dammit.”
    “Threesome.” Jett wasn’t sure why he’d added that to his list. It certainly wasn’t something he’d ever seriously considered trying himself, even though his brother, Justin, found sharing the woman he loved hot. Carissa had remarked once how cool she thought Justin’s relationship with Bella and Ned was. Jett hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now that he was looking at Carissa and thinking girlfriend, he wondered just how interested she was.
    Carissa shook her head. “No. I don’t think so. I’m not very good at sharing.”
    For a moment, Jett considered bending down to place a kiss on Carissa’s cheek. However, he feared that would be too familiar, would give him away.
    Instead, he continued his list. “Nipple clamps.”
    “Yes.”
    “Role play.”
    “This is kind of a long list. I’m only here for one week.”
    This time,