Page 15 of Trust in Me
“Good girl.”
The leather landed one more time before Brax’s rough hand replaced it, stroking over my punished backside, down my thighs, before it dipped between my thighs.
Oh god. He was going to realize—
Brax let out a low chuckle as his fingers dragged through my arousal. “I think you liked that, little girl.”
My face flamed. I couldn’t form words.
“I like that my punishment made you wet, sweetheart.” Brax’s fingers continued to explore. He drew a pattern that circled closer and closer to my core.
I arched my back, needing more. He slipped one finger, then two, into my pussy. I groaned as he pulled them away and landed a smack on my ass with his hand.
His fingers returned. They traced the inside of my labia, circling closer to where I needed them. I moaned, leaning into him as much as I could. The restraints tightened on my wrists as I pulled at them. Brax continued his slow exploration, unhurried by my desperate need to come. He moved on his own timeline, ignoring my whimpers.
“Ask me for permission to come, Avery.” Brax continued his lazy strokes.
At this point, I was so close that I’d do anything, if he’d only let me come. “Oh, please, Sir, oh, God. I need to come. Please let me come. Please.” I was panting now, unable to get in a full breath. I was so close. Just a little—
Brax pinched my clit hard. My world exploded.
I didn’t know how long I stayed there, limp against the cross. I was vaguely aware of Brax moving around me, releasing my cuffs from the cross and lifting me gently into his arms. A blanket draped over me as he settled us onto a couch.
“Good girl. That was so beautiful.” Brax’s hands moved in slow circles over my back.
I blinked as I came back down to Earth from wherever he’d sent me. Heaven, maybe. I was curled against his chest. My hands were closed on the blanket that covered us. My head was resting on his pecs. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to find Brax’s chocolate brown eyes staring into mine. “Um. Hi.”
Brax’s lips quirked. His arms were around me, one hand on my stomach and the other holding my hands in the blanket. “Hi there, darlin’. How are you feeling?”
“Um…good. That was—wow.” I shook my head. I couldn’t find the right words. Maybe there were no words for this.
“You hit subspace, sweetheart. It was gorgeous to watch.” Brax moved his hand off my stomach and picked something up off the floor. He lifted a bottle of water to my lips. So, that’s what it was called. Subspace. “Drink this, darlin’. That scene took a lot out of you.”
He held the bottle for me while I took a slow sip. The cool water ran down my throat. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d been.
Once the bottle was empty, Brax placed it on the ground. “Are you ready to get up now?”
I nodded. I was pretty sure my legs were working now. I swung my legs over to climb off his lap. Brax helped me up, then positioned me between his own legs. He held my clothes in his hands and helped me back into them before he stood to join me.
“All right, darlin’, it’s time to get you home and to bed, but I don’t think you’re in any position to drive right now. May I drive you home? I can help you come get your car tomorrow. Or I can wait with you while you call a friend.”
I shook my head and ran a hand over my face. “I don’t really have anyone other than work friends right now, and they don’t know about this, um…place.”
“Why don’t you let me drive you, then. Or if you’d be more comfortable, I can have one of my guys on the force come pick you up and bring you home in their cruiser. I want to make sure you get home safely, but I want you to feel comfortable.”
The thought of a police escort home was not something I wanted to entertain. I did feel safe with Brax, even the idea of him driving me home. “Um, you can drive me, Sir. If you don’t mind. I can get an Uber back here tomorrow. Or I can even just take an Uber home.”
Brax frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t feel comfortable with you in a car with a stranger, even if it’s an Uber. Let’s go grab your things and I’ll bring you home.”
He held my hand as we walked through the club and out to the parking lot, stopping at the lockers on the way out to grab our things. He opened the passenger door to a black Ford F-150 parked near the door, and motioned to me to climb in.
I climbed into the seat—much farther off the ground than the seats in the Jeep—and buckled myself in as Brax rounded the truck to the driver’s side.
Brax pulled into a parking spot at my apartment complex. He’d found it easily enough, even with my terrible directions. How could I be so bad at giving directions to a place I went every day? I reached for the door handle.
“Wait.” Brax’s deep voice didn’t offer any room for argument. I sat quietly while he turned off the truck and came around to my side and opened the door himself.
“Thanks.” I unbuckled the seatbelt.
