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He made quick work of the ankle straps to keep the submissive’s legs immobile. “Grip the bench, Mel.”
Wes unhooked the spring latch for the feet and her legs widened quickly, ankles out and Melody squeaked in surprise.
“Relax your muscles, tense up and you’ll regret it.” He placed his hand on her arm, stepped in front of her, and tilted her chin to meet his gaze. “Good girl, you’re doing great,” Wes praised. “Just a few more adjustments and it will be over before you know it.”
Melody took a deep breath as he began to work on the straps again, tightening them slightly. He crouched down to connect the ankle cuffs to the bench, his hands firm yet gentle on her bare skin.
“How’s that feel?”
“I-I um, I’m good.” Anxiety seemed to roll off her.
Wes stood again, tweaking her hips. “Perfect." He arranged her ankles on the slanted pedestal and re-locked them into position. Her knees were spread wide, thighs trembling from the unfamiliarity. Wes stepped back to admire his work, walking a circle around her.
“Wi—” her voice squeaked and she cleared her throat. “Will you be spanking me?”
“It would look better on film, but not today. We’re not jumping into the deep end,” he spoke, even as he wondered if she’d prefer his hand or an implement.
Melody nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the padded bench.
“Okay, hold still and we’ll take a break before our next setup.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Wes sat next to Mel at the back table while he made her eat during their break. He scrolled through the camera roll on his phone, marking some of the shots for further inspection.
He glanced over at Mel who was picking at her sandwich. “You need to eat.”
“Nothing sounds good.” She shrugged, giving up the sandwich and grabbing her drink.
“You’re supposed to hear music, and eat food.” He reached toward the other side of the table and presented her with a small bag. “I believe you’re genetically unable to resist this.”
Opening the bag, she sighed and leaned against the chair. “I can’t believe you got my favorite muffins.” Melody opened the bag and plucked her prize.
“We’ve known each other long enough.”
Pausing, she looked at him pointedly. “Long enough to know your daughter will give you the poutiest pout of all of all Petunia if she doesn’t have a bag too.”
“Two, actually. Graham took her for the week to his mom’s for some Unc and Grandma Sawyer time.”
Melody nodded, happily picking at the blueberries in her pastry.
“Did you bring what I asked for, Melody?” Wes couldn’t help but use his Daddy voice. “I’m not going to forget.”
“I know, unfortunately.” She wiped her hands on the towel in her lap and picked up her phone. “Don’t take my reluctance as ungratefulness.”
Wes turned and rested his elbows on his knees. “You can come to me if you need help.”
Melody handed her phone to him. “Well, it’ll be a long time before I deal with another idiotic man.”
Looking down at the screen he saw with his own eyes the mess her ex left her in. Several cash advance loans using her name, website subscriptions, online betting, and three credit cards totaling an amount of money that two full-time teaching jobs couldn’t cover. “Anyone who does what he did doesn’t deserve the title of man,” he bit, clenching his jaw.
“Yeah.” Melody took the phone from him. “So what are we doing next?”
“It’s the start of a larger project. I’ve got a client looking for restraint pieces that would be moveable for events, pop-up parties, and traveling education.” Wes handed her the half-filled bottle of water, encouraging her to drink more.
“Moveable also makes the cleaning crew happy after an event.”
“There are just some things you shouldn’t take home from a club,” Wes agreed, slipping his phone in his front pocket. He stood and held his hand out for Melody, guiding her toward the pillory. “Think of it like Vegas. What goes on here stays here.”
