Deer in the headlights.
Bodie took a deep breath and he thought she might blurt her reply in a rush of words, but instead she just slumped and fiddled with her fingers.
“Now, little one.”
“I-I guess it’s okay, Sir.”
I’m missing something here, he thought with a frown. He’d played with subs who were more excited about having an enema. Maybe it was just nerves, but he didn’t think so. “Is there something you want to tell me, Boadicea? Because if you can’t give me a good reason not to touch you tonight, my mouth and my hands,” he told her in his Dom voice, “are going to kiss and finger your pretty pussy until you come. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed, nodded. “I can use the...my safeword?”
Braun cupped her face, studied the small lines of strain she couldn’t hide around her mouth and eyes. “I’ll never take that away from you, Bodie. Use it if you feel overwhelmed. We’ll stop and regroup.” He kissed her then, taking his time until she opened up and responded beautifully. When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed and heavy. “Good girl. Lie down for me now, arms by your sides and these pretty thighs spread.”
Bless her, she all but melted onto the table, following his instructions perfectly. He reached for the padded leather cuffs from his personal stash and held out his hand. “Left wrist first, little one.”
She gave it to him slowly, moving restlessly as he wrapped the weighty leather around the delicate limb and tightened it. Fastened the buckle and checked the quick-release popper hidden beneath it. He slipped two fingers between her skin and the forgiving padding, satisfied it wouldn’t rub.
“Other one, that’s a good girl.”
As he repeated his actions with her right wrist, she asked, “Y-You’re not going to tie me down, are you, Sir?”
She was using Sir more confidently, he noted. The more she utilized it, the easier it would roll off her tongue. Soon it would become second nature to address him—and any other authority figure in the club—with either Sir or Ma’am. “I think my subbie is brave enough to try, don’t you, little one?”
From under the side, Braun pulled a length of slim silver chain free. Set into a D-ring, it was long enough Bodie could rest her hands comfortably on the table with only a couple of extra inches for leniency. He snapped the clip on the end onto the D-ring of her cuff.
Leaning over her, he grabbed the chain from the other side and clipped it to the other cuff. Her hands fisted, tugging at the restraints, and he braced, ready to rip the cuffs off if she triggered.
“I’m not leaving this space,” he assured her calmly, setting his hand on her stomach. “I won’t be more than five feet away for the entirety of the scene. Just relax your hands and breathe, little one.”
“I don’t think I like being tied down.”
Braun cocked his head. There was a frisson of fear underlying her statement, yes. He could either back down to it and release her or get his Dominant pants on and morph fear into enjoyment. He tugged the rolling table closer, selected his tool, and got his head into gear.
Lifting the flogger, he slapped the fronds over his palm forcefully enough to feel the barest sting. No matter how hard he brought the flogger down, the cotton tresses wouldn’t leave a mark on Bodie’s precious skin. But he wasn’t aiming for a hard flogging tonight; his goal was a gentle, arousing encounter she would find delightful.
“Use your safeword if you need to,” he reminded her.
With her eyes locked on the implement in his hand, he began.
*
People didn’t die from heart attacks at her age, did they?
Bodie’s heart worked on overtime. Her hands were captured, securely bound by cuffs and chains. Her naked body stretched out along the cool leather for anyone and everyone to see, with her traitorous breasts all perky and her nipples seeking attention. Between her open thighs, cool air kissed wet flesh.
Braun seemed huge from this angle, ranging over her like some dark angel come to wreak havoc on her tainted soul. He wielded the flogger in his hand expertly, his fingers curled around the glossy wooden handle with a loose grip.
As the flogger swung down, she winced and turned her head away, hoping not seeing the blow land would lessen the pain. God, this was crazy! She wasn’t a wimp by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn’t someone wired into actively seeking out pain either.
If she could just find her bitchy self again, reignite the angry spark, she could shed this meek version of herself and rebuild the strong, lonely Bodie she’d come to know and hate.
Something tickled her belly, just under her breasts. Automatically, her hands reached to scrub the irritation away and jarred to a stop by her sides. With a squeak of alarm, memories of that fucking fence rising quickly, she twisted and bucked.
“Boadicea,” Master Braun—he was every inch the Master in his element now—admonished her gently. “Stop fighting it.” Another brush of the strands swept over her breasts, teasing her nipples to aching. “You are safe.” And again. “I’ve got you, little one.” And again. “Just take a deep breath and focus on me.”
Her world narrowed down to him and the soothing caress of the flogger. The frantic flutters of her breathing slowed, fell into step with the rhythm of Braun’s arm swaying back and forth. Her heart jumped with every connection of material and skin.
“Relax your hands, Bodie. Lay them by your sides.”
They obeyed his voice without any effort on her part. If he told her to stand up and dance like a chicken, she imagined she’d be flapping bended arms and clucking in time to some internal song.
He dragged the tails over her chest, worked down her body in slow, sweeping blows that grew harder. But her body went lax, tension ebbing from taut muscles. Her eyes followed the fronds as they struck, and Bodie lost herself in the hypnotic sway, even when they licked at the seam of her sex before moving on to her thighs.
There really wasn’t anything to worry about.
Braun gently flogged the soles of her feet, making her toes curl, then meandered all the way back up her unresisting form. By the time he reached her breasts, Bodie felt drugged and completely in tune with him as though the flogger was an extension of his hands.
“What color are we, gorgeous girl?”
She almost snorted. Her, gorgeous? Who was her Master kidding? Her voice was a slurry mess when she said, “Green, Master Braun.”
“Submission at its most beautiful,” he murmured. “We’re going to do that again, little one. Stay just as you are. I’m so proud of you.”
Heat flared like a solar storm inside her, making her feel tingly and euphoric. She was doing good, wasn’t disappointing him. She never wanted to disappoint him.
She was his good girl.
The second round of flogging was more intense, she discovered. The caress of the strands had awakened all the nerves, brought blood rushing beneath her skin so now she discerned each individual strip as it flicked over her.
Over and over again, Braun travelled the length of her body. Up and down, up and down, until her physical form writhed to meet the next lash. Her brain packed its bags and whistled its way out of the door, giving her a cocky salute as it departed. Meh, who needed a brain when she was already floating on a sea of bliss, quivering for another swish of the flogger?
“Little one, how are you feeling?” Master Braun’s voice floated alongside her, a sexy thunderclap of sound in her dreamy world.
“Really, really good, Sir.” Bodie giggled as the tips of the tail glided down the center of her torso, over her tummy. They tickled her pubic mound, then grazed the hot, swollen flesh shielded by her thighs.
“Clever girl. Spread these legs wide for me. Let me look at my pussy while I decide what I want to do with it tonight.”
“Nooooo, ‘s my p-p-p—”
“If you can’t call it what it is, you can’t claim it, Bodie.” The flogger flicked over the junction of her thighs teasingly. “Now open these legs and l
et me see my pussy. You have three seconds, darlin’,” he warned darkly, “before I tie them open and flog you until you come screaming. Three...”
Keeping her thighs together, she pulled her legs up defensively, crossing her ankles and protecting herself. Her heels nudged her buttocks. There, let’s see him flog me now!
The flogger snapped over his palm; her knees weakened and drooped to the sides. “Two...”
Oh boy, his eyes were midnight blue now, bordering on black, and he looked like he meant business. The flogger thwacked onto his hand over and over again. “Hang your legs off either side of the table, little one. If I don’t see some sweet pink pussy, the next few minutes are going to sting.”
She hesitated.
“One.”
To her bafflement, a laughing squeak erupted out of her as Braun moved to grab her ankles. The wicked smile gracing his mouth told her he wasn’t really angry with her, and that unlocked her legs. Slowly, she slipped them off the sides of the table, gripping the edges with her calves and hooking her feet under.
“Testing me only prolongs the punishment, Bodie. Legs down and show me that pussy.”
Uh oh, I’m in trouble now. Bodie moaned under her breath, watching Braun flick open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. He took his time rolling up each sleeve meticulously, exposing thickly muscled forearms covered in a shadow of dark hair over lightly tanned skin.
She had a sudden impulse to nibble.
As he shoved the second rolled sleeve over his elbow, her limbs went limp. Her legs swung completely down, opening her most private place to his gaze, and her breath stalled when a predatory expression crossed his features. She stuttered his name, freezing in place when his hands curled around her thighs and hauled her bottom to the very edge of the table. “Sir?”
“Actions have consequences, little one. We’ve discussed this.” Braun picked up the cotton flogger and dropped it back on the metal table, selecting a different one. One with a pretty red handle flanked with knots at either end and a short fall of darker fronds. He smacked it down on his palm, grinned at the impact. “Ten, I think.”
“But I did as you asked, Sir.”
One sleek brow arched in question. “Did you, little one? I want you to think about that. Did you, or did you not, argue with me when I told you show me my pussy?” The heavy strands of the flogger snapped down over her mound with a quick sting.
She moaned. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm-hmmm.” Another fast flick struck, lifting her hips. “Did you open your legs to me when I asked, little one?” And again. “Or did you tease me?” And another, this one licking over a spot which tingled and elicited an answering rush of wetness.
“I...I teased you, Sir.” Holy hell, he was killing her. “I’m sorry!”
“That’s a nice apology, Boadicea. We’ll work on that in just a few strokes. The thing about Doms, little one, is that we love control.” Snap, sting. “We love making subbies squirm.” Snap, motherfucking sting. The strikes were getting harder in fractions. “But we love knowing our subs trust us enough to submit. I don’t mind teasing, Bodie, but not when I’ve ordered you to do something.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, I really am. I promise I won’t do it again—oh!” She howled as a hard sting detonated over sensitive flesh, scattering like shrapnel along her nervous system. “No, please...Braun, Master Braun, I—fuck!” A second hit directly on top of the other. Something terrible built inside her, a raging cyclone of unfamiliar impulses. “I can’t...don’t, please don’t, I swear I won’t ever—”
Three times lucky, the flogger cracked down on the exact same spot, leaving her flailing on the edge of a hellish unknown. Her hips bucked and jerked, seeking relief from the hot, vicious pulse between her legs.
Braun moved in for the kill, crouching between her kicking limbs and hooking them over his broad shoulders. Her hands fought the cuffs, yanking at the chains until sweat covered every inch of her, sticking her to the leather beneath her exhausted body.
The scream he ripped from her was high and desperate, trailing off into nonsensical babbling as his fingers parted swollen flesh and his tongue plunged into wet, slick heat. Licking, lapping, flicking over the hidden bundle of nerves aroused by the heavy tresses of the flogger.
She couldn’t keep still, couldn’t push him away. Couldn’t put an end to the torture as the cyclone whipped her into a frenzy fed by tongue and teeth. Sobbing, she writhed and twisted, unable to deter her Master from taking everything—down to the last breath in her lungs.
“Don’t fight me on this, little one. Be my clever girl now and come.”
Her head thrashed from side to side. The world turned upside down beneath her, spinning her around and around. Pressure pushed against her sex, slipped inside her, stretched open the tightness in a slow, steady thrust.
Touched a spot inside her and sent her reeling.
Life as she knew it splintered and fractured on a keening cry. Wave after wave of throbbing pleasure engulfed her, lifting her high and tossing her into the chaos of the storm. Left her drifting in the aftermath.
When she plummeted from the stratosphere, dazed and limp, Braun waited for her.
Chapter Eight
“Do we think perhaps,” Jasper mused somberly, “you might have pushed the little darling slightly too far this evening?”
Braun shot his friend a dark look as he finished cleaning up the table. He wiped the chains carefully and stowed them away in their rightful place. “No more than I would any other sub, J. Got a problem with the way I handled that scene?”
Cradling a stunned Bodie in his arms, the faux fur blanket keeping her trembling form warm, Jasper’s grin was infinitesimally sadistic. “Any other sub, I’d say no. When it comes to this poppet...pussy whipping for a first scene, Braun? That seems harsh.”
“Says the sadist with a smile on his face. Deerskin flogger,” Braun stated flatly. “Soft as butter, and the force I used was minimal. Just enough to sting, nowhere near hard enough to do any kind of damage. I’m not an animal; it was a punishment, but a gentle one.”
“Gentle enough for her to scream the barn down around our ears.” Jasper laughed and rocked the bundle in his arms as she stirred. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you go to town on a pussy like that, Braun.”
Braun scowled as his cock jerked. The taste of Bodie lingered in his mouth, sweet and tart. He could spend fucking hours feasting from her; she could quickly become an addiction. Hell, if she wasn’t still reeling from an orgasm that clenched her tight pussy down on his fingers with enough force to crack his joints, he’d have her back on the table to do it all again. “What can I say? Men would kill for a taste of her. Good job she’s all mine.”
Jasper grunted, pale eyes alive with mischief. He did like to stir shit up. “Friends share with friends, Braun. I can play nice with the right incentive.”
Tossing the cleaning rag in the laundry bag hidden in the corner, Braun grabbed the two floggers he’d used and shoved the handles in his back pocket. They were from his personal collection so he would clean them himself and return them to his office. “That would be Bodie’s decision, J. You can ask her, but it’s a long way down the line yet.”
With the area clean and tidy, Braun whipped the curtains back along the rails to open it to other couples. Leaving them partly open for their scene had given Jasper—and a few others—ample opportunity to witness Bodie coming apart at the seams with Braun’s head between her thighs.
She’d drawn quite a few observers from the seating areas with her cries.
“Here, you better take her before she comes to her senses and realizes who’s holding her. I don’t think her screams will be quite as sweet.” Handling her as carefully—and as effortlessly—as a newborn, Jasper passed her into Braun’s keeping. “She makes a delicious armful, but she’s considerably underweight.”
The pair of them headed back through the ongoing scenes toward the social area. Braun dodged a subbie on the run from her Dom in a th
rilling game of cat and mouse; unfortunately for her, she ran headlong into Jasper instead and was captured by his finger snagging her collar.
Like he’d caught a prize fish, Jasper lifted his hand and brought the unlucky sub onto her tiptoes, posing with an enormous—and frighteningly chilling—smile for her pursuing Dominant. “What do we have here, Braun? I seem to have found myself a runaway subbie.”
“Please, Master Jasper, let me go?” The curvy brunette batted her lashes at him. “If my Master catches me, I’m in really big trouble.”
“I see, I see.” Jasper rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and Braun watched his cunning brain assessing the situation.
At the far end of the barn, her Dom perused the area with the air of a hunter, seeking his errant submissive. When he spotted her in Jasper’s possession, he stalked towards them.
“Dominant incoming,” Braun murmured, pleased to see the subbie squirm.
“How much trouble is really big trouble?” Jasper wondered.
“An enema and an ass fucking, Master Jasper,” the subbie whispered, damn near choking herself as she struggled. “Please, don’t let him catch me!”
“So, so tempting. Tell you what, girl. You come find me—with your Master’s permission, of course—when your scene starts. I’d like to observe. We’ll call your embarrassment suitable payment for my releasing you now. Does that suit you?”
Poor, poor subbie. Braun stifled a laugh as her eyes bugged out at the thought of the sadist being present for a scene so intimate, but as her Dom approached, she wasn’t left with many options. “Yes, Master Jasper. That suits me.”
“All right then, off you go. If you renege, girl,” he warned before releasing her, “I’ll request permission from your Master to fuck your ass myself.”
She turned as pale as ash, fleeing the instant his fingertip lost contact with her collar. She was definitely fast on her feet—she was out of sight before her Master reached Braun and Jasper.
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