Page 70 of What About Love

“The panties go, too, beautiful.”

She knew that. Val had explained the rules. The dress code for this ride was all bare. Hesitantly, she dipped her thumbs inside the stretchy lace and peeled the thong down her thighs, letting it drop.

He offered an outstretched hand. “Step out.”

As quick as she did, an attendant rushed in and swept them away.

“There’s a brave girl. Over the bench now.”

With his hand low on her back, she stepped to the kneeler and settled her upper body across the padded top rail. Warm fingers on her inner thighs nudged her legs apart and secured straps firmly above her knees and around her ankles. He trailed his fingers lightly up her back when he moved to the head of the bench. Although she lay still while T crouched and cuffed her wrists, her eyes roamed the circle. The five other benches had a dom at each end and a sub restrained and awaiting justice between them.

Many of the doms she recognized. Samson, Kieran, George from the first night.

“Uh, T?”

“Yes, Angie?” he asked, looking up, his experienced fingers adeptly finishing their task by touch alone.

“Um, do I know who’s sitting behind me?”

“It’s Jerry. He brought you to me. Everyone who will touch you tonight was hand selected by me. They’re men I know and trust. More importantly, I trust them with you.”

Heat flooded her face. How would she face them again, or in Kieran’s case, work with him? “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“Trust me, darlin’. It was a hard limit for me, or you wouldn’t be here right now.” The backs of his fingers grazed her cheek in a soft caress as he stood.

“All secure?” Her eyes shifted to the owner of the gravelly voice. Master Samson was manning the controls. Hearing six confirmations, he flipped a switch, and the platform began rising slowly.

She took a shuddering breath. This was really happening.

When they came to a stop, the elevated circle started revolving at a snail’s pace. The only way she could really tell they were moving was by the slow progression of the faces at the second-floor railing.

T squatted in front of her again. “I can make this easier, if you’ll let me.”

“How?”

“Submit to me. I’ll touch you like I did that time back home.” His lips caught hers, moving warm and gentle over hers as he spoke. “I can keep you distracted”—his tongue licked along her lower lip—“and aroused. I can’t promise it will be painless but heightening your pleasure will help diminish it and perhaps, make it enjoyable.”

His hand brushed her cheek before sinking into her hair, sending a spark of heat through her body as he deepened the kiss.

“I need an answer now, Angie,” he insisted against her lips.

“Yes. I’m all for easy.”

“That’s my girl.” In a much louder voice, he called, “Start the clock.”

A cheer rose from the onlookers, rising in volume when a broad hand fell upon her behind.

She yelped into his mouth. It hadn’t hurt. It was the abrupt onset that was startling.

“Concentrate on me,” T ordered.

As his touch enthralled and his lips and tongue intoxicated, Angie doubted that would be a problem. Opening her mouth wider under his invited his tongue to delve deeper. Long fingers combed through her hair while his other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, his thumb at her jaw, holding her head angled for his increasingly ardent kisses.

More spanks fell, although they barely registered as befuddled as she was by T’s relentless invasion of her mouth. Her body warmed, the heat not limited to her rear end.

Distantly, a chime sounded and the spanking stopped.

T’s mouth eased back but didn’t leave her. Instead, he nibbled and teased her lower lip.

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