Page 28 of Destined By Dragonblood
“Knees here,” I said, patting the leather cushion of the angled spanking bench.
Skin pebbled, she rested where I’d indicated, moving without a hint of trepidation or lack of surety. Ashley must have seen countless patrons getting spanked while moving through the lounge the other nights she’d come to me for therapy because she arranged herself perfectly where she needed to be without me having to intervene.
Restraints rested near her ankles and wrists. Watching her emotionally fall apart the first time I had tied her down—and unable to wrap her in my arms to provide comfort—had been like a knife to my chest. If that happened again out here where everyone could see, my inability to hold her as her Dom ought to would kill me.
“Do you wish to be tied down tonight, Ashley?” I asked quietly, hopeful she would refuse.
She opened her mouth to reply, glancing across the lounge toward one of the far, empty corners.
“Ashley?” I checked in when she didn’t respond.
“No, Master,” she finally whispered what I wished to hear, making my next inhale easier.
The roundness of her backside faced one side of the lounge, a beautiful heart-shaped ass with its hole hidden by plump cheeks I couldn’t wait to see marked up by my hands.
I swallowed both a moan and growl, prowling around the bench to fully take in the gorgeous sight of her complete submission that Dolyn had denied me in holding a part of himself back.
At the thought of him, another pulse of pre-cum slid down the inside of my leathers.
Ashley had lowered her head, dark hair framing her face, slender hands gripping the bench. Shivers twitched the skin across her shoulders and along her spine. The swell of her ass once more drew my attention.
“I’m going to put my hands on you, Ashley.”
“Please, Master.”
I rubbed over my bulge, grimacing at the sticky mess inside my pants. Dolyn and this woman could very well be the death of me given the chance. I didn’t give a shit that Ashley held my already fragile heart in her hands. If she told me to stop breathing, demand the blood cease pumping through my arteries, I would grant her wish.
Whatever she wanted, I would willingly give.
Cream smeared along the insides of her thighs suggesting she would eventually try for more than pain.
“Fuck,” I whispered and swallowed hard as fire shot through me, overheating my skin from scalp to toes. Insides quivering, I leaned down near her ear, leather strangling my cock. “You know your safeword.”
She turned to rest her cheek on the headrest and met my steady gaze. “It’s red, Master.”
I wanted to lick the words off her lips, plunge my tongue inside and taste her sweetness.
Ashley enjoyed pain, but I wasn’t about to fuck up and ruin my chances with cultivating our friendship into something more unless she showed interest. Neither would I let loose with six months worth of sexual tension with one blow just because she and thoughts of Dolyn had me worked the fuck up.
I eyed her pale flesh and lifted my arm. My palm landed with a decent crack, enough to cause her to gasp. I immediately stepped away without lingering over how warm or soft she felt.
“Color?”
“Green, Master—so very green.” She sighed and sank onto the bench as though one swat had leaked all of the tension from her muscles.
Two more hits in quick succession earned me a spine-tingling moan and a full-body shiver.
“Ash?” I whispered, my chest fluttering, palm itching, ears desperate to hear her cries of release.
“Green, Master.”
I landed a few more blows, satisfied at seeing my print bloom across her pale skin but itching to go further than she’d asked for. She’d taken one hell of a step tonight, and I couldn’t help myself from pushing for more. “Can I soothe the sting away, Ash?”
“Mmm.” She wiggled her hips as though already searching for release.
“Words, Ash,” I demanded, my voice low and ragged.
“Yes, Master—touch me. Please.” Her whimpered reply caused my stomach muscles to clench and cock to throb in its prison.
