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“Okay,” I reply cheerfully.
Bex backs away but keeps herself in my line of sight.
The first hit lands harder on my left cheek and my back bows in reflex. But when my body relaxes, I realize it didn’t hurt. More than anything, it’s just the surprise of the hit.
Alvaro continues to flog me, one strike after another. As he gets into a rhythm, I start to predict the kind of impact the flogger will have based on the sounds it makes. Lighter strikes come closer together. The more powerful hits have a long pause and a harsh whoosh of the air before they burn into my skin.
But I’m enjoying myself.
My eyes drift closed as Alvaro lands the last few hits on my ass and thighs. And when it stops, I let myself enjoy the contentment that fills me. I float there, in my peaceful state, for who knows how long. It feels like it could be only a second or an hour that I exist in my bliss.
Alvaro’s callused hand comes to rest on my shoulder, and it slowly brings me back from my wonderland.
“That’s all for tonight, Naomi. You did so well,” Alvaro praises, undoing the cuffs around my wrists that kept me connected to the cross. “I’m going to speak with Bex briefly. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.” A shocked expression overtakes his features, and he guides me off the cross and to the couch to sit next to Selene again.
“Okay. Just rest for a moment,” he whispers into my hair. “You did so well.”
I feel Selene gather me in her arms and put a bottle of water to my lips, but I don’t really process anything that’s going on around me.
For the first time in months, I feel good.
Chapter 6
Alvaro
Ican feel an electric energy radiating off Bex.
She’s not looking at me as I walk toward her and away from the couch where I left Selene’s friend. Instead, her attention is focused purely on the brave, curvy girl she put up on my cross. If I were another guy, I might be jealous, but instead I take opportunity to admire her incredible body and profile.
Bex’s curves are on full display in the leather harness I made for her. I take it in, loving how it hugs her tanned body, toned from hours of leading her outdoor yoga retreats. Her dark chestnut hair drapes over her shoulders in waves created by the French braids she typically it keeps. Her plump lips are curled up in a smile that makes my heart beat fast and my cock thicken for her.
Looking at her now, with a mischievous glimmer in her golden eyes, I know she’s planning something.
The girl on my cross, Naomi, has piqued my partner’s interest, and I can see the fire of Bex’s soul threatening to burn out of control if I don’t slow its progress.
“You good?” I ask my wife when I come back to where she stands next to my equipment.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” she replies breathlessly, turning back to face me.
“There’s a look in your eye and I know it means trouble, Bex. Talk to me.”
I know my wife and her heart. She’s quick to love, quicker to lust. Right now, I can see that flame of desire being stoked in her.
“I like her.” Bex pouts.
“You just met her.” I sigh. “You’ve barely said a handful of words to her.”
“Yes, and I liked you when we first met too.” She smirks.
“And we were friends for two years before anything serious happened between us.”
I’ve been with my wife for nearly a decade. We met when she was in her early-ish twenties, me in my late thirties, and it was this same eager energy that captivated me as I got to know her. At first, I had a major issue with our age difference, but the way she approaches life so joyfully and unafraid draws you in.
We met at another club in the city—which has since closed its doors—one night when she was there with an ex. I hated him from the beginning, but it took longer for her to realize how toxic he was for her. Over time, she grew close with others in the community and eventually left him. Right after they split, she came to live with me until she could get back on her feet. Eventually, she moved out, but we kept in contact and continued to visit each other frequently.
“Psh. Longest years of my life.” She smirks before giving me a kiss on the lips. “That wasn’t my choice and you know it.”
