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Josslyn reared back. “Wouldn’t I…choke?”
“No. The mouth sheath is extremely shallow. Though, even that is dangerous. This is a risk aware activity.”
Most of Las Palmas used RACK—risk aware consensual kink, rather than SSC—safe, sane, consensual. Josslyn nodded that she understood.
“Either way, I don’t plan to use the hood. Complete compression, bordering on sensory deprivation, is something I’d want to work up to.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m not sure I could handle that.”
“I’m quite sure you could,” he countered. “But just because you could doesn’t mean you have to. I think this will be more than enough.”
Josslyn nodded shakily.
“Are you ready, Josslyn?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gripped her by the back of the neck and steered her to sit on the table. When she perched there, her tension obvious, he dropped to a crouch and gripped her ankles.
“Josslyn,” he said softly.
“Yes, Sir?”
“You’re going to be my good girl and take it, aren’t you?”
She swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter 10
Josslyn tried to steady her breathing, but it came out shaky. Thematically, that was a match to her trembling fingers. And when Master Bennani slid his hands up her lower legs, her thigh muscles started to twitch.
“Josslyn, are you scared?”
“I don’t…think so? I’m nervous, not scared.”
“You’re trembling.” He frowned, a line between his dark brows. His big hands gripped her thighs and the twitching stopped.
“I’m not sure why I’m shaking like this, but I’m not doing it on purpose, Sir.”
“I know you’re not. I wasn’t assuming you were.”
He stood, towering over her, and then nudged her knees apart. To her shock, he stepped between her legs, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her against his chest.
For a moment, she was stiff with surprise, but then she melted into the hug. He smelled like clean fabric and the faint trace of either cologne or a strong scented body wash. It was a good smell.
“Take deep breaths for me,” he commanded.
With her cheek against his chest, she inhaled for a count of four, then exhaled a count of eight. After doing that for several minutes, the trembling stopped.
“Feel better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He released her.
As he stepped back her nipples tightened, thanks to the chill she felt after losing his body heat.
“Hands, please.”
