My eyes returned to her, and I watched her chest rise and fall in clear anticipation. I jerked my chin towards the bench on the far left side of the room.
“Go on,” I commanded as I walked towards it.
“I don’t…” Her voice trailed off, and I took her hand, guiding her to the side she needed to be on.
“Your knees sit here, and these straps go over your calves. Bend and lean your chest down here; this strap goes along your back, and then your arms drop down to these straps.” She nodded as she listened.
The bench was made to strap your partner down in all the places that would keep them steady but not let them escape until you wanted them to. I also loved that the back portion would keep her thighs spread for me.
It took a few moments to ensure she was strapped in and everything was at the right height for her short frame.
“Comfy?” She nodded, and I glared down at her. “Words, Ember.”
“Yes, yes, comfy,” she replied softly.
“Good.” I walked around the bench slowly, taking in the sight of her tied down and ready for me. “Tell me what you’re thinking. What’s on your mind?”
My index finger grazed from the base of her spine up and along her neck. She was leaning on her cheek, her eyes away from me at the moment.
“I don’t know where to go from here,” she whispered.
I nodded. “When one door in life is forced shut, it is normal to feel unsure about the future, Ember. That doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you.”
Not giving her a chance to respond, because truly, I knew she wasn’t in the right headspace to be responding right now anyway, I gave her left ass-cheek a quick smack. It wasn’t a hard one, but it was enough to leave her gasping over the slight sting of it. She tried to shift, only to realize she couldn’t on the bench.
“Thoughts?” I asked.
“More,” she replied.
Smirking, I struck again, twice and a bit harder. Her body jerked against the restraints, and she let out a soft moan.
“How many so far?” I watched as her breathing calmed.
“Three,” she whispered.
“I’m thinking we go to ten. I want you to count as we go.”
She nodded, and I didn’t press her lack of words right now. I wanted her to focus on the sound of her own voice and what was happening—how she was feeling—nothing else.
Smacking the left side again, I smiled at the solid red handprint left behind.
“Four.”
My hand rubbed over her ass before two swift hits to the right, leaving her a gasping mess. Her hips strained to find any pressure available, but she couldn’t move an inch. I didn’t have to touch her to know she was a wet, throbbing mess right now.
“How many, Ember?”
“Six.”
“Good girl.”
“Please, Wyatt,” she whimpered.
I chuckled. “Please what?”
My fingertips grazed along her bright red ass cheeks, causing her entire body to shiver. My cock was fighting against my zipper as I watched her squirm below me, and I wanted to feel her fight and squirm against me.
I moved to stand between her thighs and gave another full smack to the left side when she didn’t answer me, my palm hitting the red flesh, my handprint left behind in a perfectly shaped mark.
