Page 29 of Rushed

His face is stone serious. I clear the smile and try to gain my composure.

“This isn’t a joke. The word had to be somethin’ ya wouldn’t say in normal conversation by error, so remember what it is.” I pull myself together, contain my girlie giggles, and move towards the cross. I don’t want this to end before it begins, so I need to be contained and on point.

“We’ll start small and simple, Keenan.” Placing my discarded clothing on a table that is bare, he drags the chair until it’s directly under the cross. His intensity is demanding and focused. “I want ya to sit down, put yer hands behind yer back, and close yer eyes.”

I do as he says without a second thought, and await further instructions.

I can hear him moving around as I sit still, anticipating contact. It feels like hours pass as I hear him touching everything, yet not selecting anything at all.

“Rush?”

Blowing out a heavy breath, he grinds out, “Wait. Patience is a virtue.”

“I’m not looking for virtue, Rush.”

“No, I assume not.” Again he becomes quiet, and I decide it’s in my best interest to stay silent this time. I’m not sure what’s going through his mind as I sit there naked on a chair, but I find it hard to stay still.

“Change in plans, Kitten. Open yer eyes, stand up, and move to the cross.” Okay. I can do that.

Rising, I do as he instructs once more. Watching him, I see he’s warring with his need, his want to be gentle, and his care to give me a part of him. I decide to help out.

“Rush.” Moistening a finger in my mouth, I stroke the tips of my greedy nipples until they’re beady little points. I sound needy and breathless as I innocently touch my fingers to my clit. I know how much he loves me touching myself in front of. His eyes brighten, and his grip tightens on a small flogger.

“I want yer back.” Rush’s voice is a low growl. “Turn around.”

I smile, knowing I’ve forced his hand. His need is taking over. I’m so wet my legs are damp, and I’m chomping at the bit for a release.

Stepping up to the dais, I feel the surface of the cross. Padded black leather and cool steel wrist and ankle handcuffs are lined in soft sheepskin. I step up and lift my hands above my head, waiting for Lincoln to strap me in.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says as he clicks each arm into place.

“Show me. Show me this side of your world, Rush. I want to know.” I’m panting and my core clenches.

“Ya don’t speak unless I say to, and when ya do, it’s ‘yes, sir’ only.”

He kisses me on the mouth before standing back to inspect his handiwork. I hear him muttering curses as he slowly attaches my ankles to the cross with the cool metal clips.

“Here we go, Kitten.” He speaks so close to me that his voice is a gravelly whisper. “Ya don’t say anything other than yes and no, and only when I ask fer an answer. If ya do not do as yer told, there will be consequences. Do ya understand?”

“Yes.”

He stands back for a moment, and I shake with anticipation. Without warning, he drags the leather strap along the back of my legs, softly. It tickles, but it’s pleasurable. As he reaches my ass, it brushes across softly, making me shiver. Lincoln feathers it by my ass and creeps slowly up my back, across the sides of my breast, and along my arm.

God, I’m going to release quickly. I’m wet and ready for anything, all without a single finger touching my skin.

“Yer too good for this, Keenan. Yer a good girl.”

He doesn’t want to show me this? Fuck, I want all of him, not just the parts he thinks I can handle. Deciding to take a chance, I speak up.

“You’re afraid?” I say, breaking his rule. It gains me a quick slap of the whip where he strikes me across the ass with the flay. The pain is exquisite, and it doesn’t hurt so much as it turns me on.

“Do ya like that?” he asks.Hell yes!He drags it again across my ass, and down the back of my legs before striking my cheeks once more. Again, I moan at the strike. It’s not meant to harm, just to sting, and boy does it feel good.

“Yes, sir.” It seems it’s okay to make noises, so there’s no reason to hold back. I let loose a cry as he strikes again, then dips his fingers into my core. “Keenan, yer so feckin’ wet.” No lie there.

“Rush, please.” I beg, knowing full well I broke his rule. I’m so needy. I want to know what the consequences are. I guess I’m a masochist at heart.

“My lovely girl, ya broke the only rule. Now ye’ll find out what happens when you disobey.” He takes the flogger and trails it down my legs, then steps away. “Kitten, I want ya to come so hard, ya fall apart. The only thing keepin’ ya up will be the shackles.” Lincoln stands away and to the side, watching, and doing nothing.

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