Page 38 of Trusting Laurence
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay,” Laurence soothed. He rubbed tender hands up and down her arms until the stiffness in her muscles relaxed. “I’ve got you, baby. Remember your safe words?”
“Y–yes.”
“Which one are you feeling now?”
“Yellow.”
He gathered her close against him, lacing his fingers with hers behind her back. Dropped butterfly kisses over her forehead and eyes. Resting his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes.
“You’ve got this, baby. Remember, the power lies with you. One word, and it all ends. I give you my word. Always. Just one word and it ends. Yeah?”
She closed her eyes against the rush of feeling his words invoked. God, this man. There had never been a time he’d let her down. He may have broken her heart when he’d left, but he’d never given her his word then gone back on it.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I’m okay.”
She turned around and presented her hands to him. He finished tying the strip of fabric – she had no idea what he’d used.
With a gentle slap on the ass, he instructed, “On the bed – on your knees. Put your cheek against the mattress. I want to see that luscious ass in the air.”
Never in her wildest dreams would Tahlia have thought she would find herself turned on by a man telling her to prepare herself to receive pain. But there was something so damn appealing about the change that had come over Laurence when he went all Dominant on her.
She heard the rustle of clothing and lamented the fact that she wouldn’t get to see him undress. Since she couldn’t watch, she used her memory to call to mind the images of him stripping earlier that day.
The man was built. There were men half his age who didn’t look nearly as good. It made her hot just to think about it. She was so lost in her thoughts of how sexy the man was, in and out of clothes, she wasn’t paying attention.
The first slap caught her off guard, and she cried out in shock.
Her head snapped up and tears welled. Almost immediately, with the lightest of touches, Laurence smoothed a hand over her ass cheek.
“You okay, baby?”
It took a moment for her to gather herself before she replied, “Yes. It was just a bit unexpected. I got a fright, is all.”
“I’m going to do it again. Can you take it for me, sweetheart?”
Tahlia wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the situation. But this was Laurence. She trusted him.
“I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl. What do you say if it gets too much?”
“Red.”
“Good. How are you feeling now?”
She was still a little uncomfortable, if she were being honest, and that’s what she needed to be for this to work. “Yellow.”
“Fair enough. I can understand that. Let’s see if we can get you to green, shall we?”
“Okay.” She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the sheet where it rested.
Laurence massaged first one cheek, then the other for a moment. Then he slapped her on the opposite one. The same as before, he ran his hand over the heated globe. Repeating the process, he went back to the first one.
Left, right. They followed in quick succession, with a soothing touch between each one.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would, but Tahlia started to tremble in anticipation of the next slap. However, she lay quietly waiting for it. One after the other, they continued, never landing in the same spot twice.
Heat and lust, anticipation and pain all combined into one heady brew of sensation winding her tighter. Her mind was finding it difficult to process everything. Her body, however, was a different story. It knew exactly what it wanted and how to feel about it.
