Page 14 of Trust in Me
“Good girl. Underwear too.”
Avery felt her face flushing as she removed her last pieces of clothing and added them to the pile.
I took my time letting my gaze run over her body. She was all curves, soft and gorgeous. Some men liked their women tiny and skinny. But me? I’d take curves and a round belly any day of the week.
I held my hand out. “Very nice. Wrists, please.”
Avery placed her wrists in my outstretched hands one at a time, sucking in a breath as I fastened plush-lined leather cuffs to each of them.
I ran a finger between each wrist and cuff, checking the fit. Secure but comfortable was the goal here. “Too tight?”
Avery shook her head. “No, Sir. They’re good.”
The honorific seemed to fall from her mouth easily by now. Music to my ears. I took her shoulder and gently guided her toward the St. Andrew’s cross, facing her front toward the fixture. She leaned in and rested her chest against the padding. I took one arm and attached the cuff to the cross, then repeated the action with her other wrist, restraining her in place.
I took a step back. “Tell me your safe words, Avery.”
“Uh—yellow. And red.” Avery tugged at the restraints. Her body stiffened, then relaxed.
Some submissives found being restrained relaxing, safe. It helped them let go of control and submit. It seemed like Avery was among those who found comfort in restraints.
“Good girl. You use those words if you need to. If I ask you for a color, you can also use green for when things are good and you’re okay to continue.” I reached between her knees and gently coaxed her legs apart. “Keep these feet right here, please. Let me know if you need restraints to help those stay in place.”
Avery laid her cheek against the leather of the cross and closed her eyes.
I stepped back to where I’d dropped my play bag and unzipped it. I shuffled through, selecting a leather flogger. This would warm her up nicely, ease her into our scene. I grasped the handle tightly and ran the leather tails lightly over Avery’s skin.
She breathed in, then out, her body relaxing into it. I lifted the flogger and began to land light blows over her back, following a figure 8 pattern. The rhythmic pattern and the chant of the music was almost hypnotic.
As the music changed tracks, I lifted the flogger and landed a harder blow over her shoulders. I settled into a new rhythm, varying my speed and force to keep Avery present in the moment.
She let out a low moan that went straight to my cock. I landed a few more strikes of the flogger, then dropped it to the floor as I picked up a strap. I ran it over her bottom cheeks. They were the lightest pink from the flogging.
I let the leather caress her skin lightly. “This is a leather strap, darlin’. Tell me your color.”
Avery’s voice was distant, breathy. I’d be willing to bet that if she wasn’t already in subspace, she’d be there soon. “Green, Sir. Really green.”
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Avery
“Goodgirl.”
The leather left my back. I felt a whoosh of air, then heard the slap of the strap against my ass a second before I felt the sting. I gasped when the sensation registered, half a second before another blow landed alongside the first. The pain of the sting faded rapidly into delicious heat. I moaned louder, unable to stop myself. “Oh, god, Brax.”
In response, a sharper strike landed on my upper thighs.
“Oh! Ow! Sir!” I bit my lip, just glad I’d caught myself before letting out theOh, fuck!that had been on the tip of my tongue.
“That’s right, darlin’. Let’s give you a few more to help you remember to be respectful, shall we, Avery?”
As the leather came down hard on my backside, I realized our scene had morphed from a sweet, comforting flogging into a punishment. A real punishment. I also realized that this had been Brax’s plan the whole time. The strap landed several blows in quick succession on my vulnerable upper thighs. It stung like a bitch. The disappointment I’d seen earlier in Brax’s eyes, though, was what hurt the most.
“Ow! Sir! I’m sorr—I’ll be—ow!” Tears formed in my eyes. I didn’t even try to blink them away, knowing there were more coming.
“That’s right, darlin’. Do you think you can remember to be respectful, sweetheart?” Brax laid the strap across my burning thighs again.
“Yes! Yes, Sir! I’ll be respectful!” My voice wavered and my thighs shook with the effort of holding still under the onslaught. My safeword floated in my mind. If I used it, I knew he would stop. But I needed this, needed to feel the weight of how I’d disappointed him lifted from my shoulders.
