Page 41 of Dance for Me

Braun’s initial thought had been to use the custom-made pivotal Saint Andrew’s Cross across the room. He liked the idea of being able to tease her standing up and laying down if he so wished, but he was opposed to restraining at her this point. The incident with her mother might have left her with an aversion to being tied down—something she’d hesitantly denied when he asked her earlier.

With that in mind, he’d decided on the medical play table. Liam had been kind enough to give him a hand carrying the spare one from storage.

The stirrups were folded neatly beneath the table itself, out of sight, and he’d set the head end to reclining for now. The best benefit of this equipment was that Bodie could watch what he did to her...and he could see what effect he was having on that curious brain.

“Doing okay, little one?”

“I...yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Strip off your underwear and sit right here.” He thumped his palm down on the cool black leather before turning to wheel a metal table into position. The implements he’d gathered earlier were lined up on the top shelf. A brand-new subbie blanket—timber wolf gray, plush velvet on one side and faux fur on the other—was folded neatly underneath.

Braun was pleased to see Bodie’s ass perched exactly where he’d requested. Tiny tremors rippled over her skin. “No one’s going to hurt you, Bodie. You’re safe here with me.” He skimmed his palm down her back. “What color are you now?”

“Um...orange?” she whispered, twisting her fingers together in her lap.

“Let’s see what I can do to get you to green.” Braun tugged gently on her hair, admiring the plait she’d formed from the silky strands. “You didn’t give me an answer when I asked how you feel about sexual contact, little one. I’d like you to give me one now.”

Deer in the headlights.

Bodie took a deep breath and he thought she might blurt her reply in a rush of words, but instead she just slumped and fiddled with her fingers.

“Now, little one.”

“I-I guess it’s okay, Sir.”

I’m missing something here, he thought with a frown. He’d played with subs who were more excited about having an enema. Maybe it was just nerves, but he didn’t think so. “Is there something you want to tell me, Boadicea? Because if you can’t give me a good reason not to touch you tonight, my mouth and my hands,” he told her in his Dom voice, “are going to kiss and finger your pretty pussy until you come. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed, nodded. “I can use the...my safeword?”

Braun cupped her face, studied the small lines of strain she couldn’t hide around her mouth and eyes. “I’ll never take that away from you, Bodie. Use it if you feel overwhelmed. We’ll stop and regroup.” He kissed her then, taking his time until she opened up and responded beautifully. When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed and heavy. “Good girl. Lie down for me now, arms by your sides and these pretty thighs spread.”

Bless her, she all but melted onto the table, following his instructions perfectly. He reached for the padded leather cuffs from his personal stash and held out his hand. “Left wrist first, little one.”

She gave it to him slowly, moving restlessly as he wrapped the weighty leather around the delicate limb and tightened it. Fastened the buckle and checked the quick-release popper hidden beneath it. He slipped two fingers between her skin and the forgiving padding, satisfied it wouldn’t rub.

“Other one, that’s a good girl.”

As he repeated his actions with her right wrist, she asked, “Y-You’re not going to tie me down, are you, Sir?”

She was using Sir more confidently, he noted. The more she utilized it, the easier it would roll off her tongue. Soon it would become second nature to address him—and any other authority figure in the club—with either Sir or Ma’am. “I think my subbie is brave enough to try, don’t you, little one?”

From under the side, Braun pulled a length of slim silver chain free. Set into a D-ring, it was long enough Bodie could rest her hands comfortably on the table with only a couple of extra inches for leniency. He snapped the clip on the end onto the D-ring of her cuff.

Leaning over her, he grabbed the chain from the other side and clipped it to the other cuff. Her hands fisted, tugging at the restraints, and he braced, ready to rip the cuffs off if she triggered.

“I’m not leaving this space,” he assured her calmly, setting his hand on her stomach. “I won’t be more than five feet away for the entirety of the scene. Just relax your hands and breathe, little one.”

“I don’t think I like being tied down.”

Braun cocked his head. There was a frisson of fear underlying her statement, yes. He could either back down to it and release her or get his Dominant pants on and morph fear into enjoyment. He tugged the rolling table closer, selected his tool, and got his head into gear.

Lifting the flogger, he slapped the fronds over his palm forcefully enough to feel the barest sting. No matter how hard he brought the flogger down, the cotton tresses wouldn’t leave a mark on Bodie’s precious skin. But he wasn’t aiming for a hard flogging tonight; his goal was a gentle, arousing encounter she would find delightful.

“Use your safeword if you need to,” he reminded her.

With her eyes locked on the implement in his hand, he began.

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