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“And yes, I’m aware we should have had this discussion before I put you into a submissive position, but you needed to be pulled out of your own head more than you need to negotiate the scene to death.”
“Thank you.” She opened her eyes. “I mean that, Daniel. Thank you, because I did want…need…to get out of my own head.”
“I will wear gloves for any penetration done with my fingers, and for tonight my cock is staying in my pants.”
She opened her mouth to protest. She wanted him to face fuck her. She had been ready, and more than willing, when he put her on her knees a few moments ago.
“No.” He pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp. “That would cross a line, and besides…” He leaned in. “It’s not your decision to make, is it?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
He switched breasts, quickly kneading that one, before pinching the nipple.
Next he carefully removed her piercings. The gentle, precise brush of his fingers as he unscrewed the ball and slid the bar free made her pant. When both were removed, he tucked them into his pocket.
He bent to examine her now fully naked breasts. Not that she hadn’t been naked before, but there was a different kind of intimacy in having her jewelry gone. In knowing that he’d done so because he was going to do things to her breasts and nipples that couldn’t happen with the piercings in place.
He stroked her. “You have lovely breasts.”
Her breath caught again, her eyes meeting his. For a moment Daniel swayed forward, and she thought he’d kiss her, but he stopped short. His sigh was heavy, and when he turned his head away she could see the muscle in his jaw working as he once more fought to control himself.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
He pushed to his feet and was gone before the last word was fully spoken.
Autumn hung her head to let her neck muscles rest, and though she told herself not to think about it, her mind turned to thoughts of kissing Daniel. It wasn’t that she’d never kissed or been kissed by BDSM partners before, but the kisses were different. A kiss on the forehead or cheek, often done in tandem with a comforting hug in aftercare.
Pop culture BDSM was all about the sexual aspect of the play, but that was rare in public clubs or munches, and even here, where privacy and loose rules meant more overtly sexual play, many people were happy without it. It was how she preferred it.
Until Daniel.
She was changing everything for him. She could lie to herself and say it was part of the game, but it was Daniel. If it had been anyone but him who used that tone on her she would have been irritated, but not so distressed that she had to walk away.
Before her thoughts could spiral, he was back. Daniel’s hand slid over the curve of her ass and down her thigh. Next he shifted the rope tails off her ass.
Clearing the way for the spanking that she knew was coming.
Autumn lifted her head and twisted her neck enough to look back at him. She could only hold it for a moment, but it was enough to see that he was holding a black and neon green flogger.
Her toes curled in nervous anticipation and she shifted her weight from knee to knee, the rope pulled tight by her movement, the pressure of the bondage delicious.
“Count for me,” he commanded.
Thwap. The first strike hit her ass and it was a nice thud of a good, soft-tailed flogger.
“One,” she breathed.
“How many do you think you’ve earned?”
“I’m not trying to be a brat when I say this, but I really don’t think I should answer that.”
“And why not?”
“Because if I guess too low, you’ll punish—”
Thwap.
