Jenna bit back a dry remark about how easy he seemed to find spending her money. Probably not the wisest thing to say, under the circumstances.
Instead, she merely said ‘Hmm’ and watched him adjust the bench until it was to his liking.
‘OK, then,’ he proclaimed, turning to grin at her. ‘Care to hop on board?’
‘You want me to get on that thing?’
She was dubious, mainly because of the cuffs. What if she got stuck in them?
‘Why not? Try it for size.’
‘OK, but don’t do those cuffs up.’
Jason pouted. ‘I thought you were into bondage.’
‘I’m into bondage in my own home,’ she emphasised.
He shrugged. ‘Up to you. But come on. This paddle won’t test itself. I need your arse, good and high.’
He slapped it into his hand, and the leathery sound, together with his words, galvanised her. She couldn’t resist Jason when he was in forceful mode. Within seconds she was prone on the spanking bench, draped across its padded upholstery with her smart skirt straining over her rear curves.
It was surprisingly comfortable and she settled into her pose, gripping the sides above her head and keeping her feet together.
There was a window just above them, set into the roof, and she heard the patter of pigeons crossing it, and their billing and cooing, which added to her feeling of reassurance in a strange way.
Jason seemed bent on stripping away that sense of comfort, though, along with other things. He unzipped her skirt and began lowering it over her hips. Jenna was immediately aware of being in a strange place, belonging to a strange man who might return from the shop at any moment.
‘Lindo . . .’ she quavered.
‘He won’t come up. He’s left us to it. And besides, how can I test this out over clothes? The design won’t show up.’
‘Couldn’t we do it back at the hotel?’
‘Relax, Jen. They don’t have all this kind of kit back at the hotel, do they?’ He slapped the leather cushioning just above Jenna’s head. ‘Unless they’ve got a secret dungeon in the basement. That’d be cool. I wonder if there are hotels that do that. We could open one. Make Harville Hall into a resort for kinky bastards. What do you reckon?’
‘Jason . . . Could you just get on with whatever you’re going to do?’
‘Whatever the lady desires,’ he said theatrically, pulling the skirt right down to Jenna’s knees. ‘Something to think about, though.’
‘Something to think about and then say “no way”,’ retorted Jenna.
Jason laughed. Still laughing, he smacked his palm down hard on her knicker-clad bottom so that she squealed in surprise.
‘Is that the way to talk to me, when you’re flat out on a spanking bench and I’m carrying a big old leather paddle?’ he asked lightly.
‘Probably not,’ she conceded.
‘Right.’ He pulled down her knickers.
It was very warm in the loft room with the glaring London sun penetrating the single-glazing of the roof window. Jenna felt that her thighs were already sweating, whether with heat or apprehension or something else she couldn’t be sure.
Her light cotton top stuck to her back and her palms were slippery against the leather. Why wouldn’t he just get on with it?
Without preamble, he did. The paddle snapped down on her already-warm bottom, causing her to arch her back and lift herself slightly off the bench.
‘Get down or I’ll have to cuff you,’ said Jason gruffly.
‘You surprised me!’