Page 69 of Taming Scarlet

“You need the release,” I filled in.

She was still trying to deal with her emotions. And it was possible that by teaching her how to access them, she was struggling with them now that they were coming up instead of getting pushed down where they were easy to ignore.

“Yes.”

I held her gaze, then nodded.

“Take your clothes off,” I demanded. “Then get into position.”

With that, I left her to go across the hall to grab my bag of goodies, bringing it over to her stateroom to find her already naked and kneeling for me just a few feet inside the door.

I reached back to lock it, paranoid about the many staff members around.

“Is there a TV, pet?” I asked. “So no one hears,” I added.

Instead of a TV, she called to some hidden virtual assistant, turning on music to drown us out.

I opened the bag, sifting through the options. She’d already had the belt and a bare hand. So I was debating between the crop, spanker, and flogger.

In the end, I went with the crop, deciding it would be a ‘sharper’ type of pain, which was likely what she needed to get those emotions up.

The flogger would tease more.

The crop was getting right down to business.

“On all fours, pet,” I demanded as I turned toward her, watching as she bent forward. “Ass up,” I told her, smiling as she lowered onto her forearms. “Lower.”

When she was face against the carpet, I moved to the side of her body, taking a deep breath, then swinging out.

Gently at first.

“Count.”

“One,” she said, voice tight.

She needed more.

The next hit was harder.

“Two.”

Three. Four. Five.

She was still shutting down, still fighting it.

And her ass was getting red enough that I was worried about her eventually wearing a bathing suit.

“Up,” I demanded, but grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up before she could do so voluntarily. “On the bed. Arms and legs wide.”

I grabbed the restraints, silently pleased about the four-poster bed, then securing her into place before approaching with the crop again.

I teased the leather tip of it up her inner thigh, over her belly, between and across her breast.

Teasing.

Getting her hot.

And just when she started to writhe a bit, I swung, the crop landing on one of her tits.

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