Page 31 of Such a Good Girl

“I’m interested in all of it. Maybe we can start light and work up to something a little more intense later?” I asked, hating the fear I heard in my voice. I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, hoping to tap into my courage.

“Are you scared?”

His eyes darkened with pleasure at his question, sending a shiver down my spine, and reminding me exactly why I was here. This may be sexy and thrilling, but it was also dangerous. For all I knew, West was the killer. Emerging alive from this room was not a guarantee.

I hated that this fact turned me on even more.

“Maybe a little,” I replied. “But isn’t that the point?”

“A little.” He brushed the tips of the whip over the back of my neck as he stepped around behind me. “But it’s more about trust. Surrender. Pleasure…”

“And pain, too, right?”

“It tends to get a little blurred,” he said with a low laugh. His mouth landed on the back of my neck, jarring me into my body, my thoughts clouded by the sensuality of the kiss. It was intimate, gentle, tender. A contrast — again — to the pain promised by the whip.

“Let’s just start here, shall we? I’ll go slow. Gently,” he whispered, in between the light fluttering kisses he was landing on my neck and shoulders. “Pick a safe word.”

“Oh.” My mind spun with relief. Establishing a safe word meant he’d respect it, right? “Elephant?”

“Cliché and obvious, but if it works for you, fine,” he whispered, with a soft laugh.

Placing his palm on the middle of my back, he pushed gently. “Bend over.”

His command was firm, but soft, as he pushed me forward. My hands landed on the chair in front of me, my ass on full display for him. He slid his hand down my back, slowly moving towards my ass. The heat of his palm left a trail of shivers down my spine.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded in answer, my tongue frozen in fear. I gripped the side of the chair, bracing for the blow that I knew was coming.

Instead, I felt only softness.

He brushed the whip against the back of my knees, sliding it up my thighs with excruciating slowness. So gently it was but a whisper of movement against my skin.

The latex skirt rode up my hips, and I knew a narrow strip of panties was all that concealed my pussy from his view.

West’s fingers traced the outline of my panties, starting near my hips and slowly moving towards the inside of my thighs, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. I squirmed, my hips shifting with desire. Behind me, his breath deepened. The heat rolling off his body washed over me, his fingertips teasing, promising, enticing.

“West!” I gasped, as one of his fingers slipped under my panties, sliding against my vulva.

“Mmm, just a taste,” he moaned behind me. His finger quickly disappeared, replaced by the sensation of the leather against my ass. Lightly, he began slapping it against my flesh, playfully teasing me with harder and harder blows. He was quiet, but I knew he monitored my every reaction.

I was determined to give him exactly what he wanted.

Is this what turned him on?

Is that what would get him to trust me enough to open up to me?

Is that what would get me into that secret club?

I wiggled my ass in the air, moaning in pleasure as the hardest slap of all fell on my skin.

“You like that?” West asked, his voice breathy with excitement.

“Can you do it harder?” I asked. “Please?”

“A girl after my own heart,” he growled, as he pulled the whip back and slapped it harder against my ass.

“Oh!” I cried out, the sting spreading heat over my cheeks. I blinked, hard, my mouth gaping open.

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