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Benson had woken her very early this morning—it was still dark out—and told her it was time.
Mal hadn’t asked questions or hesitated. She’d slipped on a thin dress and her long sweater and followed him to the Iron Court.
Benson had set the tone when he sent her to kneel facing the corner. She listened to the preparation, anticipation tightening her gut. Even before last night, she hadn’t been afraid of the punishment, but had dreaded it.
Now she was looking forward to it.
She wasn’t naïve enough to think that him loving her would make him go easy.
When he’d finally called her to join him, he’d reconfigured the room.
A quick glance at him showed that the choice was very deliberate. As before, there was a single overhead light on, creating a spotlight effect. Hanging down in the center of that cone of light was a single thick chain.
Without hesitation, Mal placed herself underneath it and held out her arms. Benson attached heavy suspension cuffs, the kind that were formed and padded to protect the delicate nerves in the wrist.
For the past fifteen minutes he’d been lecturing and threatening her, all while the single-tail whip cracked against the stone, emphasizing his points.
“Thank you, Master. For punishing me.”
He shot her a stern look. “Wait until the end to decide if you’ll thank me.”
“No, I want to do it now.” Mal shook out her hair, which she’d left loose. “Because if you hadn’t agreed to punish me we wouldn’t be here. We would never have found out exactly what terrible communicators we are.”
Benson let out a booming laugh. When it died down to a chuckle, he coiled the whip.
“You’re not whipping me, Master?”
Benson shook his head. “Never. It’s on my no list. And no one else will ever use one on you either.” Benson eyed her. “If that’s on your list of extreme activities you still want to try…then you’re doomed to be disappointed.”
“I’m not disappointed. Not about that, not about anything. There’s nothing I want to try so much that I would risk losing you again.”
Benson paused, looking up from his kit. In three quick strides he crossed the room, cupped the back of Mal’s neck, and kissed her.
She arched into him, nipples rubbing against his leather vest as his tongue plunged into her mouth.
He broke the kiss, but added a gentle peck to each corner of her mouth before returning to his kit.
Mal closed her eyes, content to wait.
Content in a way she’d never known before.
“I changed my plans slightly now that I’m not avoiding fucking you or making you come. I think I’ve found an excellent compromise. A punishment both severe enough to fit the crime, and enjoyable.” Benson smirked. “Enjoyable for me, at least.”
“I have to ask…was it originally a spanking? And maybe a breast spanking too?”
Benson looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Figured that out?”
“My ass, in particular, was rather suspiciously neglected.”
“I’d planned to use a tawse on your ass and a wooden spoon on your tits.”
Mal exhaled, shivering. That would have been quite the punishment, and thinking about it had her butt muscles tense, but…damn that sounded painful in all the right ways.
Benson finished prepping, sticking a couple of things into his pockets, and hooking others to his belt. She identified a small paddle and a loop of rope hanging from his belt.
But the most notable item was a black glove covering his right hand.
“Vampire glove,” she breathed.
