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Jeremiah unwinds his whip and gives it a couple of cracks. Britain jumps at the first snap, but then relaxes after the second and third time he does it.

When it’s time, we watch Rebekah get restrained to the cross with her back facing us. A crowd has started to gather, but Jeremiah loves an audience. He talks to his sub quietly while we watch, probably getting her safe word. As he walks away, Jeremiah says loudly, “Count out each kiss of my whip, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Rebekah calls out. Her body is relaxed, and ready.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Britain

Can people tell that I’m so turned on right now? My nipples are hard and I’m embarrassingly wet. Jeremiah has always seemed like a down-to-earth, chill kind of guy, but right now in his leather pants, motorcycle boots, and beautiful tattoos on display, he’s so fucking intimidating.

He uncoils his whip, and I watch completely mesmerized when he raises the whip and lets it fly. The naked sub calls out “one,” and honestly, I don’t see any marks. He lets it fly again, and she counts it. The man is amazing because he hits her with what I’m assuming is practiced precision, because I don’t believe he’s really even hurting her. By the time he’s done, she does have thin red lines on her upper back.

Jeremiah stops and moves right next to Rebekah. I should look away, but I can’t as he reaches between the sub’s legs. It’s very obvious what he’s doing, because her moans are loud and long and can be heard over the music playing in the background. He stops and as he walks back to his spot, I don’t miss the fact that he’s got an erection.

He cracks the whip off to the side twice again, rolls his shoulders a couple of times, and then begins again. This time he hits her ass, and he uses a little more force because red lines appear immediately. Rebekah must love it because her moans are deep and long, and when she counts out loud, it comes out as a cry of ecstasy.

The whole time we watch the scene, Silas keeps me tucked into his side. His woodsy scent wraps around me and makes me ache to bury my nose in his neck. Being in the dungeon is overwhelming, and my senses are on high alert. I’m not scared to do a scene in front of other people; I know that he’ll protect me, and watch out for me.

I touch the collar he gave me and inside I do a completely girlie squeal. It is simple and beautiful, and just my style. I honestly don’t want to take it off ever, because I want Silas to know that I belong to him: mind, body, and soul.

Jeremiah’s booming voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Here comes the last one: Take it, then you can come.” He flicks the whip and then lets it fly. As soon as it hits the sub’s upper thigh she begins to come, and hard.

She’s moaning long and loud, and Jeremiah reaches her. I love watching as he tenderly strokes her hair, speaking quietly to her. He unhooks her and then scoops her up into his arms. They disappear down the hall.

“He’s taking her into a private room to fuck and provide aftercare. Jer doesn’t like to do that in front of an audience.”

I nod, and my heart rate begins to speed up. He takes me toward the bar and grabs us both waters. The man tending the bar hands Silas his black bag. I expect him to lead me to the main stage, or whatever you call it, but instead we head to a corner with a spanking bench. “It’s not completely private, but it’ll make you think we’re alone.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Never in a million years would I ever think I was submissive, but for Silas I am. It makes me happy submitting to him. I’m glad that I was able to give him my virginity. I couldn’t think of a better man to give it to.

“Get in position,” Silas says in that authoritative voice of his.

Doing what he asks, I lower to the floor. I focus on my breathing as I wait for what it is that Silas is doing. I see his booted feet appear in front of me. He holds out his hand to me, and without thinking twice, I take it.

“What’s your safe word?” When he’s in Dom mode, his voice gives me goosebumps.

“Pineapple, Sir.”

He strokes my hair. “Good girl. Now get on the bench.”

It looks like a pommel horse with little arm and knee rests. I climb on and the black leather is plush and soft. Resting my cheek on the leather, I close my eyes and block out the fact that there are people watching. Silas grabs my wrist and wraps the Velcro restraint around it. Once he tugs on it, he moves on to the other wrist.

“I’m going to do your ankles next. Are you doing okay?”

I open my eyes, staring into his beautiful blue ones. “I’m good, Sir.” I shoot him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I promise I’m good.”

“You look so beautiful like this.” He leans in and kisses my lips before moving toward my ankles, strapping them both down. My heart begins to race, and sweat dots my brow. “Britain, where are you at?”

“I’m good, Sir.” Silas could obviously see me panic a little bit. I’m just glad he let me keep my clothes on, even though they barely cover up my private bits. My body vibrates with anticipation as I wait for his touch.

Luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long. His hand rests on the middle of my back. I flinch for just a second before sinking onto the plush leather bench. Slowly I breathe in and out, in and out, until my body relaxes.

The soft suede strips move up and down my spine. I let myself sink into it and just enjoy how the material feels against my skin. He reaches the base of my spine and I do a full-body shiver. He grabs my panties and pulls them down just under my cheeks—keeping me covered, but exposed.

With my eyes closed, I drown out everyone: It’s just Silas and me. He reaches between my legs, rubbing my pussy. I will myself to hold still, because if I try to chase the feeling of his hand on me, he stops. I accept what he’s giving me and feel myself get extremely wet. It doesn’t take much for him to get me turned into a panting mess.

Over and over the flogger begins to hit my back and my ass cheeks. It isn’t long before the thuds become sharp stings, causing my body to instinctively move closer to him, but then away. The floaty feeling begins, and the hits from the flogger begin to slow. I’m vaguely aware of a hand rubbing my ass, but I don’t care.

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