Page 57 of Going Deep
“You keep looking at me in that tone of voice, darling, you’ll earn yourself a reprimand,” he warned. He jerked his chin. “Go on, now.”
She took a firmer grip on the hem of her top and inched it up, fighting to keep moving slowly when every instinct she had was screaming at her to rush, get it over with. Appreciation warmed his eyes, softening the hard green. She hesitated briefly, then continued with growing confidence, slowly revealing the expanse of skin over her abdomen, the lower curves of her breasts. The silky material caught briefly on her nipples, scraping the hard peaks and making her shiver before pulling it completely over her head.
“Very nice, darling,” he murmured. “Now the skirt.”
Her hands moved to the zipper on the side to slide it down. She imagined she could hear the teeth separate, one by one, over the pounding of her heart. She kept her eyes on his face, her whole body heating at the look in his eyes. Lust, appreciation, pride.
The zipper undone, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and nudged it down, shifting her hips slowly from side to side to aid in its removal. The motion rubbed her thighs together, slick with the wetness spilling from her cunt. Her cheeks flushed, and of course he noticed.
“Now what could you be thinking for such a pretty blush to warm those cheeks?” he wondered.
She paused, her skirt halfway down her thighs, as he stepped closer. He didn’t touch her, just stood close enough so his arms nearly brushed her bare breasts, the heat from his body warming her. His eyes were locked on hers, green on blue. His brow rose expectantly, and she realized the question wasn’t hypothetical.
She swallowed. “My thighs are wet,” she whispered, and her blush deepened.
His eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. “Really?” He skimmed a hand over the front of her thighs, held together by the skirt. His fingertips slid lightly through the moisture there, his touch making her shiver, and he hummed deep in his throat.
“So they are.” His hand dropped away, and he stepped back. “Keep going.”
She shoved at the skirt, giving her hips a shimmy, and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, nudging it to the side with her toe to join the shirt lying crumpled on the floor. When she bent to grasp the tab at the top of her boot, he held up a hand.
“Leave the boots,” he told her, a wicked look in his eyes, and patted the bench. “Up.”
She hopped up, her belly jumping and her heart jittering in her chest. Naked but for the boots, cuffs and collar, she struggled with discomfort.
He stepped in front of her, his warm, hard hands settling on her shoulders. “Problem, darling?”
The noise of the other scenes going on around her, the murmurs of the crowd echoing in her ears. “This is kind of…public.”
Understanding lit his eyes. “Ah. You like to watch, but you don’t like to be watched. Is that it?”
She nodded. “It makes me anxious.”
“Are you blue?”
Blue, the safeword they’d settled on for her anxiety. “Not yet.”
“Hmmm.” His eyes held hers as he continued to rub her shoulders and upper arms in long, soothing strokes. “I like playing in public. The energy of it, and the performance. But if this makes you truly uneasy, we can find a more private space.”
She glanced around the room. Some people milled about, checking out the various scenes in the room, but the majority of the crowd was focused on the whipping taking place on the other side of the play space. Maybe they’d all keep looking at them, and wouldn’t even notice her at all. And he wouldn’t have to change his plans.
She felt the knots in her stomach loosen just a little bit, and looked back at him. “I think I’ll be okay here.”
“If that changes, you’ll let me know.” His hands clamped her shoulders as he laid her back on the bench. “Hands over your head this time.”
She raised her arms obediently, breath coming faster when he used the clips on her cuffs to link her hands together, then again to the top of the bench. Her back was slightly arched, the weight of her legs hanging off the end pulling her hips down so she couldn’t quite lay flat.
His eyes skimmed down her body, picking up her little wiggle as she tried to flatten out, and moved to the bottom of the bench.
“Let’s take care of that little problem right now.” He bent to pull something from his bag, then lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders.
Her eyes went wide—was he going to fuck her now?—and he chuckled. “Not yet, darling.” He picked up a set of straps and secured them around her thighs, a few inches above her knee. Then he pushed her left leg back towards her waist, his eyebrows raising when he was able to practically tuck her knee into her ribcage.
“Flexible.” He reached down on the side of the bench and came up with a strap with a clip on the end. He clipped it to the ring on the thigh strap, then tightened it down. “Hurt?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“Excellent,” he purred and repeated the action on the other side. He stepped back to view his handiwork, a delighted smile on his face. “Well now, that is a lovely sight.”
When she looked down between her thighs, she realized the position put her pussy and ass on display. Her breathing hitched, a shudder of unease moving through her, then she saw his face.
