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“You two already play house pretty well.”
“Stop.”
“You’re avoi–”
“No. Stop.” Wes’ shoulders tightened as he stood alert, knocking his stool over. His eyes fixed on Melody and how her body jerked in the restraints.
Short stuttered motions turned frantic; her anxiety was palpable. It called to his core.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Wes pulled his pocket knife out and moved quickly toward the play floor, his sole focus on getting to Melody.
The itching started near her elbows, hot zips of fire worse than mosquitos in summer. The telltale signs of a reaction.
From the tips of her fingers to her shoulders and every inch of her thighs was on fire. Melody’s heart beat rapidly in her chest, and sweat ran down the back of her neck. It only irritated her skin further.
Biting hard on the ball gag she looked around wildly for Master Isaiah to signal that something wasn’t right. He wasn’t noticing her hand signals or the blue ball that rolled across the floor. Another dominant had struck up a conversation, asking questions about the straps he used.
Her heart rate increased, and she knew she was beginning to panic. It wasn’t the position he had her in or the vulnerability of being beneath someone she wasn’t familiar with.
Mel’s movements were limited by the rope chest harness he wove over her simple one-piece unitard. It was anchored to the pulley above as he wanted her to dance on her toes, struggling for grip.
“SHERRR!” Her words were muffled against the rubber ball. Her vision blurred with tears and she hiccupped, her breath caught on the inhale with the gag. “REG!”
Melody inhaled wetly through her nose, desperate for a reprieve from the building anxiety that scalded through her veins. Her skin prickled with pins and needles the more she struggled.
Her face flushed, and the skin along her jaw tightened with irritation and swelling.
‘Oh god, please, why isn’t he noticing me?! It hurts! I can’t breathe, my skin’s on fire. Master Isaiah! See me!!’
Melody jerked her hips hard, the banded and laced sleeve that trapped her arms also bound her thighs as well. The more she moved, the hotter her skin felt. The discomfort was inescapable.
‘Oh my god. This can’t be it, this can’t be how I go. My skin burns and it hurts to breathe.’
A sharp slap to the face shocked her to attention, and Mel sagged with relief as the ball gag was removed. Her jaw slacked, and she looked up into a pair of deeply concerned brown eyes.
“I got you.” Wes’ movements were fast, and her arms were quickly freed.
Her fingers went directly to her arms, sinking her nails into her forearms to quell the itch. “It burns,” she rasped, unable to keep still in his hold.
He slapped her fingers in admonishment. “I know.” He made quick work of the rest of her restraints, completely focused on her. “Everywhere? Can you breathe?”
“F-for now." Her words were laced with fear, and hot tears ran down her cheeks. Melody’s body went limp in his arms, her muscles wobbly like jello. “Itches so bad, my skin is crawling.”
Wes bundled her in his arms, and she clung to him silently as he charged his way through the locker room to the aftercare showers.
Kicking it with his foot, he started the warm water. All the while never losing his grip on her.
“Wes!” she sobbed and gasped for breath, only to get a mouthful of water in her panic. Melody choked and sputtered, her fingers running along her burning skin.
“Stop touching it, you’ll only spread it.”
Mel’s fingers dug into his shirt instead, needing to have her hands occupied. He perched himself on the bench directly across from the water stream.
“Check-in. Better, worse?”
“Not worse." Melody absentmindedly scratched her shoulder as the water flowed over her irritated skin. “My chest doesn’t hurt.”
