“Tell her she’s forgiven and next time I’ll post a sign of what my submissive’s safe word is,” Master Randell said softly
Mallory remained curled into a ball with her eyes closed. The blanket was wrapped tight around her and he held it closed.
“I’ll do that,” Fletcher said with a smile.
With that, the other couple left and they were alone, except for the bartender. Fletcher tilted his head forward, resting it on top of hers and relaxing. When Mallory finally roused, lifting her head, he squeezed her and repeated his praises once more, this time certain she would hear his words.
“How do you feel?”
“My butt hurts,” she whispered.
“How about the rest of you?”
“Okay, I guess,” she said, wiggling on his lap, making his already painfully erect cock demand he fuck her and get them some relief.
“Can you stand?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Stand up and drop the blanket.” Fletcher said as she swung her legs over the edge of the couch but then suddenly stilled again.
“Excuse me?” she looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise.
He looked at her and lifted one brow, pushing his Dominant energy forward. “If I have to repeat myself, you’ll earn yourself a few more swats.”
She sucked a breath and surged to her feet. When she wobbled, he wrapped his hands around her hips and held her until she was steady on her feet. She looked at him, her face bright red from embarrassment, and her eyes held a silent plea to not make her follow through on the second part of his order.
Instead of speaking, he simply waited, looking deep into her eyes while keeping his expression stern. She huffed a sigh and released her hold on the blanket. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked and nervous. Fletcher turned her before taking hold of her hips again so he could make sure he’d left no bruises that would last more than a day or so.
Her ass was full and round, the skin still bright red. The backs of her legs showed effects of her caning. He did not see any bruises but would have to keep an eye on the area to make sure nothing showed up later.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning forward and dropping a kiss in the center of each globe of her ass.
She giggled and wiggled her hips at the touch of his cool lips against skin that he was certain still burned at least a little.
Rising, he went back to the station and grabbed her clothes. After helping her dress, he dealt with winding the rope and putting it, the paddle, and the cane in the basket to be dealt with later by someone else.
“Come along, sweet bunny,” he said, holding out one hand to her.
“But Caren hasn’t come back yet. I need to stay until she returns.”
Just then the main doors opened and Caren entered in a rush. “I’m here. I’m sorry it took so long. But I passed!”
“Good,” Fletcher said as he wrapped an arm around Mallory to help guide her toward the doors. “Kelly can catch you up on what happened in your absence. And I’m sure Master Derek will want to see you when your shift is over. Come on, bunny. Time to go and talk.”
Chapter Fourteen
Mallory remained in a fuzzy combination of pain and subspace as Master Fletcher guided her through the building to his room. She wondered if she should tell him that her belongings were upstairs in her suite, but it seemed to be too much trouble to try and form words.
She’d never been one who liked pain, or punishment, but somehow, her Rope Master had made the last half hour something more. And while she would rather not experience either again any time soon, at least he’d cuddled her afterward, making everything seem better.
Once he closed and locked the door, he guided her to the bed where she sat with a hiss as her still tender ass came into contact with the mattress.
Looking up at the man standing over her, she said the only thing she could think of. “I’m sorry.”
His expression softened and he cupped a hand around the back of her neck. “Punishment is over, bunny. All is forgiven. Clean slate. But we do need to talk about why you didn’t talk to me about working in the Dungeon today.”
The news of being forgiven and having a clean slate had tears filling her eyes once again. She wiped her hands over her face before dropping them to her lap and lacing her fingers together.
