Page 10 of Trust in Me
“Red and yellow are fine,Sir.”
I pulled my thoughts back to the present as he corrected me. Even the gentle chastisement caused a gush of arousal to soak my panties.
“Ok, red and yellow are fine, Sir. But aren’t you supposed to read me or something? And know when it’s too much?”
“I’ll do exactly that, darlin’. The safe word is for me. We’re all human, and I need to know I can trust you to use it if something is too much for you and I don’t see it.” His eyes didn’t leave my face. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The honorific slipped out without any thought. My face heated. Dammit.
Brax smiled. “I like the sound of that from your lips, Avery. Now, are restraints a hard limit for you?”
I shook my head. Restraints were fine.
“Verbal response, please.”
“No, Sir. Restraints are okay.”
“And spanking? Hand spanking, flogger, paddle, belt?” Brax questioned.
“Um, no, Sir. Those are okay. I think.” I dropped my gaze, then pulled my lower lip between my teeth. He was going to realize just how inexperienced I was.
Brax’s gaze softened as he drew my chin back up, making it impossible for me to hide. “Thank you for trusting me with the truth, Avery. Are you ready to trust me as your partner tonight?”
Brax led me to a tall-backed chair at the edge of the main play area. He sat, then motioned to me. “Over my lap, darlin’.”
I hesitated. Was I ready for this? I’d promised him I was, but now that the moment was here, I was nervous. I looked at Brax. His face was patient, and something there told me I was safe with him. I took a tentative step toward Brax. He held out his hand. When I took it, he tugged me forward and guided me across his lap. My shoulders and head tilted downward toward the floor. I grasped the chair’s legs for balance.
“Have you been spanked before, Avery?” Brax’s hand rubbed over my back, drawing lazy circles. He seemed like he had all the time in the world.
“Um—no,” I managed to choke out the words.
“No, what, darlin’?”
He needed more? “Uh, no, Sir. I haven’t.”
“And do you trust me to give you this spanking? Can you give me consent?”
Did I? I was embarrassed to be in this position. Vulnerable. Scared, nervous.
Turned on.
But I also felt safe. So… “I—think so? Yes?”
“I’m going to need a more certain answer, sweetheart. Tell me this. Why do you need a spanking?” His voice was patient, soft.
How was he so calm? The fact that he was about to punish me— spank me— yet was calm as a summer day wasn’t lost on me. I tried to concentrate on what he was asking.
Why did I need a spanking? Because that’s what people did here, right? There was something specific I’d messed up, though. I was sure of it. I ran through the possibilities. I’d come back to Blackstone like I’d promised. I’d been professional earlier today at work, hadn’t I? I’d— oh.
“I didn’t negotiate with Nick before I agreed to play with him,” I mumbled. Crap. I did deserve to be in trouble for that one. We’d spent so much time talking about that on my first night, and I’d just ignored everything he’d taught me.
“That’s right, darlin’. We’ll make sure that you remember this lesson for next time you’re in that position. Tell me your safe words.”
“Um, red for stop. Yellow to slow down.”
“Good girl. Are you ready to trust me with this lesson?”
“Yes, Sir.”
