Page 44 of Rediscovering Rubi

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. They hadn’t done anything kinky thatday, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need some caring from her, some reassurance. He was human, after all. That was something they’d both needed to pay a lot more attention to.

As they made their way back to the lodge, she was filled with such a sense of peace and fulfillment. It had been the right choice, coming to Rawhide Ranch. The best choice possible. And she felt that a part of both their hearts would be left behind when they had to go home tomorrow. But they still had one more night.

“Are you sure about this?” Logan asked his wife as they walked onto the main floor of the Dungeon.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“You can call yellow any time if you need us to move to a private room, baby. You always have that safety net safe words provide.”

She nodded. “I know I do. Thank you, babe.”

The lights were low in the big room, and maybe a dozen couples and two trios were already playing, while a few others sat on the low couches around the room or above the play area at the bar. Ambient music played, punctuated by the occasional moan or the thud of a flogger. He’d always loved the sounds of a dungeon. There was something so sensual about it, and even meditative in some way.

He led Rubi to a St. Andrew’s Cross, guiding her to stand in front of it.

“Ready, baby?” he asked.

She smiled at him. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

He slipped her black satin robe from her shoulders, leaving her in a lacy black lingerie set and her high black pumps. Herlong legs looked spectacular, and she held herself so proudly. He was so damn proud that she was his.

He cuffed her to the cross with her back to him, then caressed her skin, murmuring into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, then he stepped back and began to flog her with a light suede flogger. Once she was warmed up, he switched to the pair of floggers he’d bought from the special area in the back of the gift store. They were purple and black leather with long, narrow strands, beautifully made. And they were built for Florentine.

He worked his wrists, swinging, weaving a pattern as the pair of matched floggers almost danced together, hitting Rubi’s back with the tips. He shifted from two beats to three, changing up the dance, keeping the rhythm going as red welts appeared on her skin. He loved marking her so much; it was a point of pride for him, and he knew she loved to wear his marks.

He kept swinging the double floggers to the beat of the music, his body swaying along with the floggers, so that it was a dance for him, too. He worked his way lower, to her sweet ass cheeks, and she started to groan.

He paused the rhythm to give her butt one hard smack, and she yelped, making him smile. He moved in close behind her, close enough to murmur in her ear, “What color are you, babe?”

“Mmm, I’m so green.”

“Even though we’re playing in public?”

“Oh, yes. It’s coming back to me, why I loved public play… picking up on everyone else’s energy. It’s like it magnifies every sensation.”

“Yeah, for me, too.”

He moved her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck before stepping back to continue flogging her. And when he did, he noticed a small group of people had formed a bit of a circle to watch, at a respectful distance, of course.

He knew it wasn’t all about him using two floggers—most of the people there had probably seen someone Florentine before. It was how responsive his wife was as she swayed a bit in her bindings under each hit, how absolutely beautiful she was, even more so in her submission.

He went back to work, swinging the floggers for a while before putting them down and moving in close and pressing his body against Rubi’s back.

He didn’t want her too sore for their trip home tomorrow, so he’d need to leave her ass alone. Instead, he reached around her and did a little rough body play: grabbing the flesh at her sides and gripping until her silky skin pinched between his grasping fingers, until she gasped and moaned. Then he slid his hands up over her tits, and pinched her nipples through the lace of her bra until she was pressing back into him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, making him hard.

Need to fuck my baby.

He realized then that it was as huge for him to play in public as it was for her. And he’d loved it, but he was ready to have his girl all to himself again. He kissed her neck once more before stepping back and taking her out of the cuffs. He gave her some water, then slid the robe around her shoulders.

“I need you, babygirl,” he told her. “I need you so badly; I can’t wait.”

“I need you, too, Logan. Always.”

He quickly packed up his bag and smiled when Rubi seemed a bit uncertain about what to do with herself when one of the Dungeon’s service subs assured her she didn’t need to wipe down their play area. He understood it was the Ranch sub’s job to take care of it, but he was still proud of Rubi for wanting to carry out dungeon etiquette, even after being flogged.

“You’re my good girl,” he told her as they moved toward the elevators.

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