Page 11 of Spare the Rod

“Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely.”

I was humbled at her words. The absolute trust she put in me. I helped her stand and led her across the room to the cross. “This is called a St. Andrews Cross. Have you ever used one?”

She shook her head. “No, but I’m assuming this is why the butler chose this room for you.”

“You are very observant,” I kissed her lightly before guiding her closer. “Your safewords are still in play at any time. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She stepped on the platform, and even the sight of her next to the angled cross had me throbbing. “What do I do?”

“Let me guide you.”

I pressed her body close to mine, my touch feather light as I lifted her hand above her head, trailing my fingers over her skin, my breath barely a whisper against her skin. I wanted this whole experience to turn her on. Passionate kisses intermingled with my touch as I took her mind off the way I backed her against the angled cross behind her. It was more an ‘X’ than an actual cross, but given its name, I always thought of it as a cross. Odd considering where I had escaped to when I left the lifestyle.

This particular cross was a very interesting one and could be angled back if you choose to. Instantly, it gave me an idea. One that would either send her over the edge, or make her safeword the moment we began. Either way, I was ready to find out.

“Turn around, hands on the cross for me, beautiful.” Immediately she obeyed and my dick twitched at the image of her gripping the wooden planks, her ass extended and fully exposed for me.

I inspected the shelf of tools to the left, immediately finding a bottle of lube and to my surprise, a rosary made of glass beads. I let out an internal groan at both how fitting and damning it was. Might as well. She would enjoy it, that was for sure, and tonight was all about pleasure.

She glanced over her shoulders, not missing what was in my hand, her eyes going wide, “Is that?”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“You can’t be serious?”

She let go of the cross and spun to face me, staring and the lube and rosary in my hand. “How can you be serious?”

I knew the war that waged inside her, and the rosary sure as heck didn’t help, but I couldn’t give away what I knew either, as much as it guilted me not to. Honestly, I could have used anything that was on that cart, but the rosary was sitting right there, it seemed all too fitting. I decided to take the road of the Dom, because I couldn’t give away who I was to her. At least not yet.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

She eyed the rosary uncomfortably and I waited patiently. I could tell she wanted it but she wasn’t sure what to say about something so different and out of the box. “What would you do with it?”

“What do you think I would do with it?”

She looked between the lube in my hand and the beads, biting her lip nervously. “I would say tie me up, but you only have one, and you wouldn’t need lube for that.”

I nodded my approval. “So that would leave?”

“How is that possible?”

“I want you to say it, my beautiful temptation. Tell me you want it.” I stalked toward her, the heat of my body pressed against hers until her back was against the cross. I placed a hand on either side of her head, caging her in, my lips barely brushing hers. I could feel the need radiating off of her. The quickness of her breath and the way her chest caught as her heated gaze caught mine. “I want you to tell me where you want me to put these beads before I fuck that sweet cunt of yours.”

She swallowed hard, still fighting it. “I-”

“We can stop right now, I told you we won’t do anything you don’t want.” I lowered my arms.

“Stop. I want it.” She blurted out.

“Say it,” I dared.

“I-” she took a deep breath. “ I want you to put them in my ass.

“Good girl,” I praised, firmly taking her chin and tilting it up to kiss her. Once she was relaxed again I turned her around and guided her arms back to the wooden beams, exposing her ass to me again. “Such a beautiful ass and it's all for me.”

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