Page 16 of Salacious Devotion

“I will, Sir.”

He grips my ass. “Fuck, I missed that.”

“Mmm. I’ll say it again, Sir.”

He bends over and kisses the base of my spine. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Paige. I think we’re both too raw. But if you want me to give you an orgasm after I spank you, I will do that.”

I consider arguing with him. I need his cock inside me. But he’s probably right. We should take some time to get to know each other again before we add a physical component to our new relationship.

I sigh.

He chuckles. “What a naughty girl.”

After another gentle caress to my bottom, he lifts his hand and swats me. Not hard. He’s warming me up. But I moan. It’s been three years since I’ve experienced this. When I came to Edge tonight, I had hoped to find someone I would be willing to let spank me, but I never dreamed I would end up over a bench with Dane dominating me in his private apartment. Not in a million years.

He sets a hand on the small of my back and spanks me two more times, once on each cheek.

Tears fall. Yet more tears. When will they dry up? Not for days or weeks. I can’t stop them. I’m crying for all I lost and for what I’ve found.

Dane turns and slides a hand up into my hair. He caresses my neck. He leans over and kisses my shoulder. “I think this is a bad idea.”

I shake my head and sniffle. “No. Please. I need this.”

“Baby…”

I lift my head and turn it to fully look at him. Damn, he’s handsome. He’s also concerned. His brow is furrowed tightly. “I need you to spank me, Dane. I need it like I need oxygen. I need it to feel alive. I need to feel grounded. I need to cry hard and then sleep harder. Please.”

He nods and leans down to kiss my cheek. “Okay, baby.”

Dane slides back down my body, keeping his hands on me at all times. He moves his palm to my lower back again, applying just the right amount of pressure. His next swat is harder.

I exhale and settle into it like I’m getting a massage. Some people like to have their body rubbed with essential oils. I like to have my ass spanked.

Dane increases the pressure, helping me slide into a deeper subspace. It’s like coming home. I could have maybe gotten this from another Dom tonight if I hadn’t run into Dane, but this is so much better. I wouldn’t have trusted another Dominant as deeply as I trust Dane. I know I do not need to worry about him going too far. He knows what I need and how much I can take.

My bottom is heating up. So are the backs of my thighs. I focus on the burn, letting it penetrate deep inside, not just the immediate area but my entire body.

When he pauses to check on me, running his hand through my hair, I’m far calmer. I’m silently crying, but not in a stress-induced way. More from relief.

Dane lifts my head by the hair. I used to love it when he did that, and I suck in a breath at the memory. My pussy floods. “Your bottom is delightfully pink, Paige. Are you ready for my flogger?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He holds my gaze, searching, looking for any signs that I’m not okay.

“Green, Sir.”

He kisses my forehead. He’s kissed me everywhere but my lips. I hope he will add that soon. Maybe it’s too much. Too intimate.

Dane settles my head gently back onto the bench, my face in his direction. He sweeps my hair away from my forehead.

I watch as he picks up the flogger. He trails the strands across my heated skin over and over, making me salivate for more. I want the supple leather against my pinkened ass. I always loved it when he spanked me and struck me with something else after. I can’t wait for the paddle. It will be the icing on the cake.

Dane sets his hand on my back again before I hear a swoosh through the air and then the fall of soft leather lands against my butt. Maybe I should have chosen something with more bite. I wasn’t sure I would be ready for that.

Dane knows me well, though. He knows what to do to give me the pain I crave. When I whimper, he swings the flogger harder, giving me a deeper experience. He’s so precise. I love that he braces his entire body and uses his wrist to swat me.

Minutes go by while he flogs me. I slide into a glorious subspace. God, I’ve missed this. The way I start to float. The pain—a welcome reminder that I’m alive. I know I’m crying, but it’s silent and necessary. It’s just tears. Tears of relief.

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