Page 9 of Spare the Rod

This one was exquisite. Made of what looked like mahogany with very fine padded leather held on by steel studs. The top and bottom held various sized circular rings for securing bonds to, ensuring they could be comfortable, yet as immoble as you wanted at the same time. It was perfection.

“What do you think?”

I was nervous having her see the cross here. I knew her internal battle with the church and God, I heard it every week. Heck, I was facing my own this very night and was tossing it aside. Guilt flooded me at not telling her who I was. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just couldn’t. I had convinced myself she preferred the anonymity of it, so I remained quiet as I waited for her response.

“I think I have never seen anything like it,” her eyes shone with excitement. “Do you-”

“When I was on the scene before, it was one of my favorites.”

“Why did you stop? You know, before?”

Her question cut deep, but for some reason, I found myself wanting to tell her. “I was hurt badly by someone I was committed to for a very long time. When you are in this type of relationship with someone, a Dom/sub relationship, and you establish boundaries, rules, if you will, it's deeper than anything you could experience. There is a trust there that might not necessarily establish in a basic relationship because you push normal boundaries, if that makes sense?”

She nodded her understanding and I took her hand, guiding her to the bench and setting her down. “She hurt me badly and I had to get out. It was too much for that reminder to constantly be in my face.”

“So why now?” She looked up at me wide-eyed and I wanted to promise her the world, but I couldn’t.

“Because, my beautiful temptress, I couldn’t say no to you.” I wrapped my fist in her hair, unable to do anything else other than capture her mouth in mine and devour what I had already denied myself for too long.

Her gasp ended on a long moan as I devoured the forbidden fruit, taking what was mine, if even for a night. My tongue dipped out, dancing along her lips and tangling with her, eager for everything she would give me. Tonight, I would push her to her limits and bring her back again. I only hoped I would be able to come back from the edge when it was all said and done.

She had learned the bare minimums in the past few months, I knew that much, but it was time to take her past that. I broke our kiss and looked down at her, her lips already swollen and beautiful. “On your knees for me, beautiful.”

“Yes, Sir,” she obediently moved to her knees as I moved a cushion beneath her at the same time. Her hands tucked in front of her with her beautiful blonde hair curtaining her face, perfectly waiting for my next instructions. It had me hard as a rock wanting to slide between those perfect lips of hers and drive deep. I was in this for the long haul though. There was nothing about tonight that was going to be rushed.

I moved to the rack of whips, chains and other instruments, taking my time and letting her anticipation build, satisfied she kept looking straight ahead despite how curious I knew she had to be. Tonight I was going to build her up and make every wall come crashing down and show her the true freedom she had been chasing this whole time, sending her soaring like the beautiful angel she was.

Carefully I select a soft teasing crop, topped with a supple leather flogger at the opposite end. It was time to see what my beautiful temptress enjoyed. I moved back over to her, shifting her hair off her neck, exposing her flesh so I could run the tails of the flogger across her skin there. “Good girl,” I praised.

Her breath came out in a soft woosh, but she remained wordless as I continued taking my time, barley running the tips along her skin, reveling in the way goosebumps appeared in the wake of the leather. “You look so damned beautiful kneeling for me like this.” It was crazy how easily it all came back. The language, the need, the desire. How badly I craved it now that it was right in front of me.

“Do you remember your safe words?” I ran the tips of the flogger across her breasts, the already pebbled peeks pressing against her leather top.

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded.

“I need to hear them, so we can begin.”

“Wait, we haven’t started?” her eyes darted to mine and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, my beautiful temptress. This isn’t even your warm up.” I leaned down and took her chin possessively, tilting her face up to mine, searing her lips with a heated kiss. One full of promise and desire, letting myself get lost in her for a moment before dragging myself away. “Now, I need your safe words.” I gently tapped her ass with the crop.

She cleared her throat. “Green for I’m okay. Yellow for I’m still okay but getting uncomfortable. Red for stop, I don’t want to go any further.”

“Good girl. And where are you right now?” I asked.

“Green. I am so fucking green,” her eyes met mine, the desire shining bright as she swallowed. “Sir.”

“Then let’s get started.”

Chapter Five

I extended my hand to her to help her stand, kissing her soft and slow, taking my time to savor every bit of her as I held her close. My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, so much larger than her small frame and easily able to reangle our kiss to take her deeper. When a moan escaped her it reverberated through me putting every bit of me on edge until I was sure I would come undone from that one small noise.

Gently, I broke our kiss and turned her around, laying the crop on the bench next to her. I ran my hands over her arms, from her shoulders to her fingertips and back again. She angled her head, watching my journey, only looking away to meet my gaze. When I made it back to her fingers I continued downward to her panties, this time, hooking my fingers under the leather material and gently tugging, taking them down her long legs on my journey across her satin skin. As I reached her tall stilettos she stepped out, letting me toss them to the side.

Straightening I pressed a firm kiss to her ass, a low groan rumbling in my chest as she sucked in a breath and pressed back into me. My hand wrapped around her hip, somehow feeling perfectly right with her body all but melting into me. “You are such perfection,” I murmured, running my hand over the curve of her ass. “Absolute perfection.”

“Bend over the bench for me, lovely,” I instructed, moving the cushion to make sure she stayed comfortable. My words and touch were already turning her on, her pussy glistening under the light, desire driving both of us forward. “Look at that pussy dripping for me already.”

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