Page 36 of Salacious Devotion

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I bet you’d like me to touch it.”

“Yes, Sir.” I know he won’t. Not yet. Not this early. He likes to torment me with words and soft touches.

“Mmm. Maybe later.”

We slide into the banter we always had between us. It’s seamless, as if no time has passed. He teases me, threatens not to let me come, and then, at the end of the scene, he always gives me the orgasm I’m desperate for.

He steps in front of me, tucks a finger under my chin, and lifts my face. “Tonight, I’m going to use everything we discussed. Restraints, a paddle, a gag, and a plug. Are those all still okay with you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You understand if you change your mind about any of those items at any time, all you have to do is say so. You don’t need a safeword to stop me from filling your bottom with a plug, for example, if you decide it’s not right for any reason. I won’t end the scene. If you’re not feeling it, we won’t include every item.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When you’re gagged, I’ll give you a ball to hold. If you drop it, I will take the gag out.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“I will not break your skin.”

“Okay, Sir.” He always reminds me of that. It’s a bit unnecessary, but the truth is there are times when he’s paddling me hard enough that it feels like I’m bleeding. It’s nice to know it’s an illusion.

“Do you want me to make you cry, Paige?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you consenting to turning your care over to me for the next hour?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I shudder as he utters those two words. They reach deep inside me. I want to be his good girl. The praise is icing on the cake.

“Head toward the pegboard, Paige.”

I was expecting the spanking bench, so his command startles me, but I do as I’m told.

“Good girl. Face the board, reach up and grab the pegs.”

I tremble as I lift my arms above my head. My breasts rise. They feel heavy. My nipples are rock-hard points.

I tip my head back and watch as Dane sticks a second peg in above the one I’m holding and cuffs my wrists to it. In an emergency, I could always pull the pegs out of the wall. I’m not secured in a way that’s unsafe. It might take a minute to rise onto my toes and pull the higher pegs out, but I could if I needed to.

Dane disappears behind me and returns with a small ball with a loop sticking out of it. He lifts my thumb and hooks the loop around it. “If you lower your thumb, the ball will fall.”

“Yes, Sir.” I pull my thumb tight around the rung. The chances of me opting to drop that ball are slim to none. I’ve never needed to stop our play before.

“Step away from the wall, baby.”

When I do, my arms straighten a bit more and my breasts hang. When Dane slides a bench in front of my knees, my breath hitches. It’s several feet long and about a foot wide. I realize it’s the center of the spanking bench where I would have lowered my torso. He lifted it out of the middle to use for another purpose.

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