Mallory smiled as she rushed to the dresser. “Yes, Sir.”
After he helped dress in her skin-colored sports bra and boy shorts, he gave her a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear on top of them to the Dungeon. Then he pulled his rope bag out, as well as a few toys he’d discovered in the armoire that he wanted to test on Mallory.
“Ready to go play in the Dungeon, bunny?” he asked as he held out a hand to her.
“Yes, Sir.”
She eagerly followed him to the Dungeon. After they checked in, Fletcher led the way through the beautiful double doors. There were only a few other couples playing since it was late morning. They had their choice of equipment.
“This is one of the few times I’ll give you a choice,” he said as he led her toward the spanking bench off to one side of the room. “Do you want to cry or have multiple orgasms to clear out the yuckies?”
Mallory thought about it for a moment before she answered. “Could I have both, please, Sir?”
He studied her for a moment, his expression one of need that told her he was as hungry for her as she was for him. “We can do that. Strip down so we can get you positioned and we’ll try a new kind of tie today.”
Though he hesitated to have sex in public, helping Mallory clear out the yuckies that seeing her ex had brought up in her was more important than his comfort. After all, weren’t they both here to explore new things?
Pulling out his phone, he pulled up the shibari training website he’d used to learn the skill and flipped through an illustrated pictorial on the tie that would open Mallory’s body up to whatever he wanted to do to her. Once he’d refreshed his memory, he turned to his rope bag, pulling out the toys he’d brought from their room before choosing the ropes he would use to bind her.
After he’d prepared everything, he turned back to Mallory, who dropped her head so fast he thought he heard her neck pop. He didn’t call her on it. He liked having her eyes watching him instead of staring at the floor as most Tops demanded of their Bottoms.
Taking a deep breath, Fletcher shifted his own headspace away from the vengeance he wanted to bring down on her ex for being an asshole to her and into a more Zen space. Only when his emotions had settled and he was calm did he move to stand in front of Mallory.
“Eyes on me,” he said softly.
Mallory tilted her head back and looked up at him without hesitation.
“What’s your safe word, bunny?”
“Pickles or red, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Fletcher extended a hand.
He helped her up then looked at what she was wearing. Leading her over to the bench, he stopped her from climbing on top of it. Slipping his hands under the waistband of her boy shorts, he pushed them over her hips and down her legs. Kneeling behind her, he helped her step out of them. Rising, he tossed the skin-colored shorts so they landed on his rope bag. Then he turned his attention back to his woman.
“Master?” She looked at him, her face bright red from being nearly naked in the public space.
“You’re all right, bunny mine. Now, let’s get you on the table and comfortable.”
Chapter Nineteen
Between the cold leather underneath her and knowing there were people who could see her naked fifty-year-old ass, Mallory had a difficult time relaxing. Even after Fletcher began looping the ropes around her ankles, she remained tense and worried.
Closing her eyes helped. Then she was able to better concentrate on Fletcher’s warm, slightly rough hands as they ran over her legs, ass and lower body, trying to soothe her. It took a few minutes, but eventually the rest of the room faded away as a bubble of solitude seemed to enclose them. She took several deep breaths and slowly relaxed onto the leather-topped table.
Only then did Fletcher go to work.
As was his habit, he began on her lower half. He bent and tied her legs so they were spread wide, fully exposing everything normally hidden between her upper thighs.
She found her thoughts drifting until he rubbed a hand up and down her spine as he asked, “Is that comfortable?”
Mallory took a deep breath and sighed but did not answer. When a sharp smack landed hard in the center of her left ass cheek, she jolted and opened her eyes.
“Ouch!”
“Answer the question, bunny.” Fletchers voice turned stern.
Mallory frowned, trying to remember what he’d asked.
