Can you guess from which book this excerpt came?
Moments later she heard him unzip the bag. Leaning around her, he laid several items on the bed in her view. Wrist restraints. Rope. A fuzzy-lined blindfold. A flogger and a paddle.
Standing behind her, he pressed his body against her back. "Do any of these tickle your fancy, T--?" His breath was warm against her ear. "I know you like the rope. I saw your face last night, heard your gasp. Did it make you wet? Imaging it against your skin?"
He leaned down and she watched his hand, wondering what he'd pick up. The wrist restraints.
"Hands behind your back, T--."
With the warm honey of subspace beginning to brew within her, T-- moved her hands, clasping them at her back.
The restraints were lined and slipped on easily. He tightened them just shy of pain. "Is that too tight?"
She shook her head.
"Good. Now bend forward. I've got your wrists."
He grabbed the restraints and helped her bend forward, her upper body against her mattress. The paddle and flogger were in her line of vision and he picked the paddle up. She took a deep breath.
The edge of the paddle drew a line down her back where she heard him twirl it in his hand just before the first crack sounded and the surface hit her square on the ass. Over and over the blows rained down, each in a different place until a warm glow covered her skin and the heat built up toward her clit with each smack.
The paddle came back to the bedbeside the flogger and he leaned over and blow over the stinging skin of her ass and thighs.
She felt him go to his knees behind her, pushing her thighs wider.