Page 17 of Salacious Devotion

He sets the flogger aside and squats in front of my face, putting us at eye level. He strokes my cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Green, Sir,” I whisper without him asking.

He smiles. His brow isn’t furrowed now. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He threads his fingers in my hair. “I might get used to the blond. The blue eyes are weird, though. I feel like I’m staring into someone else’s eyes on my girl.”

“Contacts,” I murmur. “I’ll take them out.” I groan. “My bag. I left it in the locker room.”

“I’ll have Easton or Drake get it in a bit when the club is empty. Do you know which locker you used?”

“Uhh… On the left. Bottom right corner. Can’t remember the number. I just tucked it in there.”

“They’ll find it.”

I nod and lift my hand to cup his face. “Restrain me.”

He turns his lips into my palm and kisses it. “No, baby. We didn’t negotiate that. You’re too deep in subspace.”

I pout, pushing out my lip.

He chuckles. “No, baby. Next time.”

“Fine.” I should have known he wouldn’t restrain me in the middle of a scene. He would never switch things up. It’s comforting knowing he hasn’t changed, even though I’d really like to feel the restriction from being cuffed at my wrists and ankles. I always got hornier when he strapped me down. The more he immobilized me, the more aroused I got. I’m craving that. The fact that he refused makes me almost as hot. It endears me to him.

“Ready for the paddle?”

“Yes, Sir.” My butt tingles at the idea. My pussy clenches. I know the pain will come close to pushing me over the edge. He might not need to touch me for me to come, but I sure hope he does.

The first slap of the paddle against my heated ass makes me lift my head and cry out. It hurts so good. It’s unexpected. I hadn’t fully remembered how it feels.

Now I do. Fuck, that’s good.

Dane strikes again, lower, at the juncture of my butt cheeks with my thighs. The vibrations from the swat make my pussy tingle.

He lands the paddle on the back of my left thigh next before doing the same to the other. I know I’m going to have dark-red skin when he’s finished.

A harder slap against my bottom. This one rattles my teeth. I groan loudly.

“Let it go, baby. Let go of the pain. Give it to me.”

His words would confuse a new sub, but I know what Dane is saying. He wants me to break. He wants me to cry for real. He wants me to release my fucked-up thoughts to the universe. I want that, too. I need it. He knows I do.

Another hard strike, this one taking my breath away. The pain is intense. It’s delicious. It’s life-affirming. I want more. I hope he won’t stop too soon.

“Color, Paige.”

“Green, Sir,” I shout. I don’t want him to stop. If he stops paddling me before I have a chance to fly out of my body, it will be like edging me and then not letting me come.

Dane slides a hand down my spine, making me shiver. His palm lands on my lower back again, pressing down firmly. Without the restraints, he knows I might squirm too far in any direction and cause him to strike me in an unintended location.

Another slap of wood on flesh.

I gasp. Hurts. So good. More.

He waits until I give a frustrated groan to paddle me again. Lower.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

He chuckles. “Fuck is not a safeword.” He strikes me again, unexpectedly. My eyes roll back. My body trembles. My pussy is dripping. Tears stream down my cheeks. I keep my head lifted. I’m so close to nirvana. I’m going to shatter, and it will be so fucking amazing.

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