Wesley’s voice was in her ear. “After we’re done, you’ll have all the time you want to tell me whatever it is you want to say, okay? But for now, you’re doing great.”
For a moment, his breath was on her neck again and the apprehension over not being able to speak melted away. It really didn’t seem that important after all, telling him her trouble deciding what bra and panties to wear.
She swallowed hard, nodding.
“Good girl.” His hands were on her legs, pulling them apart. “I’m going to restrain your legs now. Just relax.”
She let him move her legs apart. Suddenly, wearing a thong didn’t seem like such a good idea. The further apart her legs were, the more open and exposed she felt. There was practically nothing between her and Wesley. A small bubble of panic started in the pit of her stomach, and she tensed against Wesley’s grip.
“You’re doing fine, Scarlett. Really. Do you want to stop? All you need to do is say the word.”
She shook her head. “But…”
“You can talk.” Wesley straightened. He moved from behind her, coming to stand in front of the cross. “What is it? Does something hurt?”
There was a look of genuine concern on his face. The panic subsided.
“No, nothing like that. It’s just…I guess I just need to get used to this.” She pulled against the restraints, the buckles clinking against the wood.
“It’s a big adjustment, from silk ties to this.” Wesley glanced up at the arms of the cross. It was very quiet in the room, but from somewhere nearby she heard a series of high-pitched noises. A woman, Scarlett guessed, a woman reaching climax, coming hard. The sounds cut off abruptly, and the room was silent again.
There were people all around her, in all these rooms, doing just what she and Wesley were doing. They were playing, or having sex, or both. She closed her eyes again as a wave of something dark tore through her. She wanted what they had, to be doing what they were doing.
“Maybe this is a little one-sided. Maybe I forgot this is all new for you.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing hers. She knew better than to try to deepen the kiss, so when he pulled away, she let him go.
Wesley reached up, undoing the buttons on his shirt. Scarlett watched as he slowly pulled the material away from his body, exposing his chest, and then his flat abdomen. His jeans were stretched taut across the unmistakable bulge of his erection. Images of him from the night before rose up, and with it, the same feelings she’d experienced: arousal, heat, desire. The strength of it took her breath away and she suddenly found herself weak-kneed, breaths coming in a deep gulps. She met Wesley’s eyes and found him watching her, lips parted.
“Yeah. Okay.” He pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside, his lips curled into a half-smile.
Just as the waves of heat began to build inside her, Wesley stepped away from her, out of her line of sight. She let out a frustrated noise, not caring if it was against obedience or not.
“We’re just getting started, Scarlett. Patience.”
She gave a tug on the wrist restraints, the leather biting against her skin.
There were noises behind her, sounds she assumed was Wesley rummaging in his bag. He was behind her again.
“I’d like to blindfold you, Scarlett. You have a habit of wanting to watch and I’d like to be able to surprise you.”
He came around in front of her. In his hands was a piece of black cloth. He held it up in front of Scarlett.
“If you don’t want it, that’s fine. Just let me know.” He took another step toward her. “Do you want to play this game?”
“Yes.”
Wesley nodded, took one more step forward and lifted the blindfold to her face. For a moment she held her breath, waiting, looking at Wesley over the edge of the material.
“Relax. This isn’t the part with the pain.” His smile was reassuring and she blew out a breath. Then she nodded.
“Okay.” She closed her eyes.
He put the blindfold against her face, over her eyes. The fabric was soft, cool, and suddenly she was plunged into darkness. She felt Wesley tying the blindfold behind her head.
“Is that too loose, too tight?”
She wiggled her nose, trying to peek beneath the fabric, but she couldn’t see anything, not even a sliver of light.
“It’s fine.”
“Good.” There was a beat of silence. “I’m going to start now, officially start. Tell me the safe word.”
“Tap dance.”
“Good. You can ask questions, tell me if something hurts. But otherwise, you’re under obedience. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
There were more noises behind her and she strained to make sense of them. Then there was a long silence. The silence was worse than the sounds she couldn’t identify, and it seemed to stretch on and on.
“I’m right here, Scarlett.” His voice was right behind her. One hand rested on the small of her back. “Like I said, I like your choice of lingerie.” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the thong, tugging it lightly. It snugged against her, and Wesley tugged again, harder this time. The fabric rubbed against her clit.
The touch was subtle, soft…too subtle. She wanted more. Wesley was still pulling on the waistband and she shifted her hips forward. For a brief instant the touch was electrifying, and she tipped her head back, crying out.
The waistband snapped against her skin, the delicious pressure against her clit gone. She pulled against the wrist leathers in frustration.
“Not so fast.” Wesley leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. “You didn’t think that’s all I’m going to do to you, did you?”
His chest was pressed against her back, the rough denim of his jeans against her ass. She pushed back as much as she could, wiggling against what she hoped was his cock, hoping like hell to get him as hot and bothered as she was getting.
But he only laughed and then stepped away. There was another mysterious noise behind her.
“Still okay, Scarlett?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m going to touch you with something. And it might hurt after a while. You can tell me if the pain is too much, if you want me to stop.”
Scarlett nodded. A film of perspiration broke out across her upper lip, across her forehead. She wanted whatever he was going to do, to feel the pain, knowing it would come with pleasure, intense pleasure.
“This…” Something rubbed against her hip, but it wasn’t Wesley’s hand. It was smaller, soft, almost warm. He ran whatever it was slowly down her hip, then even more slowly up the inside of her thigh. As he reached the top of the inside of her thigh, he stopped, whatever it was resting against her skin.
“Riding crop.” His voice was darker and lower and completely mesmerizing. He teased it slowly between her legs, over the fabric of her thong, then further forward. The crop slid over her clit and she jerked in response to the rush of arousal that slight touch sent through her. She wanted more but bit back the words.
“Good girl.” Wesley’s voice was close, but he wasn’t touching her. Nothing was touching her except the crop, slowly circling between her legs, working back and forth over her clit, against the sensitive skin of the inside of her thighs, pulling back to flick against her ass.
“You’re so beautiful, Scarlett, all your curves. All your soft skin. So soft…” His breath brushed against her ear, then the soft touch of his lips on the nape of her neck. The heat of his body warmed her back and she knew he was close, very close to her. Goosebumps rose on her arms, her body shivering uncontrollably. She wanted him, wanted more of him.
“Please…” She turned her head, seeking the heat of his body to tell her where he was. “Please, Wesley…”
“No.”
The crop was taken away, the warmth of his body moving away, leaving her chilled.
“There are rules, Scarlett. Whatever you want, that’s not an option…yet.”
She pulled
in a deep breath, trying to control the shaking in her arms.
“Does something hurt, Scarlett?”
“No. It’s…it’s not that.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” Stopping now wasn’t an option. She wanted more, but as hard as it was, she’d have to do this on Wesley’s terms.
“You can stop at any time, Scarlett. I’m not going to force you, you know that. Are you sure you want to continue?”
“Yes, I do…I want to continue.” She cringed, thinking she’d said too much. But Wesley didn’t make any reply.
Something passed through her mind, a fleeting thought Wesley’s words had triggered. But before she could put her finger on it, the skin of her ass flared with pain.
“Fuck…Jesus, Wesley. A little warning?”
“No.”
“But…”
“Scarlett, I’m not giving you a warning.” His voice drew closer to her. “That’s not part of the game, and you know that.”
She gritted her teeth. The pain was fading but she wanted Wesley’s touch, the way he’d soothed her at his apartment.
The snap of the crop against her skin wasn’t quite as much of a surprise, but it didn’t hurt any less. She gasped, the pain sharp and biting. Then Wesley’s hand was touching her, caressing her, soothing the pain.
Along with soothing the pain, his touch fanned the fire inside her, the heat between her legs melding with the pain on her skin. Just like at his apartment, his touch blunted the pain, but made it more intense at the same time.
Wesley took his hand away, and she braced for another stroke of the riding crop. She tensed, waiting, and then it came. She cried out, not caring if it was breaking obedience or not. Wesley’s hand was on her skin, lovingly caressing her. When he pulled his hand away this time, she moaned, aching for him to continue. There was a long moment where all she could hear was Wesley, moving behind her, and her own breathing.
The blows began again, faster, less time between them, less time Wesley’s hands were on her, caressing her, soothing her. The pattern of the blows was random, spread over her ass, the back of her thighs, a few peppering her calves.
The pain from the individual blows blurred into one mass of heat, of pain. Straining against the restraints, her body pressed against the arms of the cross, she let her head fall back, her cries escalating as Wesley continued raining blows on her flesh.
Then everything stopped. Scarlett sagged against the restraints, gasping for breath. Her body burned with desire, and the sudden absence of pain was equal parts relief and frustration.
Behind her, she caught the sound of Wesley’s heavy breathing. She turned her head, trying to figure out where he was. He sounded close.
His hands landed on her waist, sliding down to her hips. She smiled, her body thrumming at his touch, her hips swaying from side to side. She wanted to lean back, to push against him, to feel more than just his breath and his hands on her body.
Before she could move, she felt Wesley’s breath on the middle of her back, then the touch of his lips on her heated skin. She stifled a moan as he moved lower, kissing the small of her back, moving lower, off to the left, his kisses soothing her skin in a deliciously different way.
His hands cupped her ass, squeezing, kneading her as his lips trailed lower. His kisses were hot, the dampness left behind cooled her. She was writhing under his touch, aching for more, wanting him inside her.
“Wesley…”
His fingers were probing between her legs, tugging at the thong, pulling it away from her wet, swollen folds. She was quivering, waiting for him to touch her, hoping against hope he’d continue.
He did. His fingers moved further between her legs, probing into her, rubbing against her clit. Her body was suddenly on overload, poised on the edge, ready for him to fuck her. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside of her. Silently she willed him to read her mind, to take her hard and fast.
But he was still touching her, rubbing her, stroking her with his fingers, but only lightly. Her hips had picked up his rhythm, rocking back and forth. She bit her lip, her body demanding more, afraid if she said anything he’d take away what she did have.
His touches grew feather-soft, teasing her, tormenting her. She wanted to grind down on his hand, make him touch her, but the more she moved, the further away he felt.
She was moaning in frustration now, arching her back, seeking any kind of contact. Then he was gone, his hands no longer touching her anywhere.
“Wesley, damn it.” She turned her head from side to side, frantically trying to get a sense of where he’d gone. “Fuck me, Wesley. Please.” She’d never asked a man to fuck her, never used that word out loud. But she’d never been tied to a St. Andrew’s cross by anyone either.
“No.” His voice was very close to her ear. His hands were on her waist, sliding up her body, coming to rest beneath her breasts, cupping them. Slowly, deliberately, he fondled her, running his fingers over the thin fabric of her bra, pinching her nipples. They drew up hard and tight, and a sharp spear of electricity ran through her. She pulled hard against the restraints, trying to force herself against him.
“Please, Wesley…I’m so ready. Aren’t you? You have to be.”
“No.” The edge she’d heard the night before was back.
“No, what? You’re not ready? You’ve got to be kidding.” She was panting, almost desperate. “Why not? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to play the game, Scarlett. Stop fighting me. Trust me.”
“I don’t know how.” Her voice came out half angry cry, half sob. “I don’t know how to do what you want.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He took his hands away, leaving her almost dizzy with desire.
The thought of stopping now seemed like the worst thing in the world. “No. But…I want… I need…please, Wesley. I need you. I need more, now.”
There was silence behind her. She strained to hear any noise, but even the sound of his breathing was gone.
“Wesley?”
“I’m here.”
He was behind her, his hands suddenly on her shoulders, moving up to caress the back of her neck. Rough denim pressed against her ass and she could feel his erection, hot and hard, behind the material.
“Scarlett, do you trust me?”
“I…yes. I do.”
His fingers ran up to the base of her skull, working into the knot of hair he’d pinned up earlier.
“Do you believe me when I tell you I only want you to enjoy yourself?” His voice was low, seductive, ten different kinds of sexy. The sound of it alone could have taken her over the edge.
“Yes.”
His lips brushed against her neck, hot, insistent. The rest of his body was held against hers, his chest against her back, his hips pressing harder against her ass. Wesley rubbed his hips against her, the denim making her skin sting.
“Can you let go, let me take control? I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I’m not sure…I’m not sure I know how.”
Suddenly his hands were gone, along with the warmth of his skin against her back, the press of denim against her ass.
“Then maybe you’re not ready for this.” His voice was matter-of-fact, the sexy edge gone. He could have been asking her for coffee, not discussing what he was going to do to her while she was tied almost naked on a cross.
There was a tug against the back of her head and then the blindfold fell away. She blinked in the light. Wesley was standing in front of her.
“I don’t want to force you, Scarlett. Really.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong. This isn’t for everyone.”
Wesley reached for the restraint on her right wrist. She watched as he undid the buckle, holding her arm as the restraint fell away.
“Let your arm down slowly. Your shoulder might be sore, especially since you were tied up last night.”
Gently, he lowered h
er arm, watching her the entire time. When she pulled away from him, he let go, reaching for her other arm. Then he walked behind her, kneeling down to unfasten her ankles.
“Don’t try to walk yet. You might be a little wobbly.”
She turned around, her legs unsteady. Her muscles felt like she’d run a marathon, and she staggered briefly. Wesley was standing, shirtless, and he reached out, grabbing her elbow. “You feel okay? Come on and sit down.”
He took her hand, pulling her toward an overstuffed couch against one wall. She sat, dimly aware of the rough fabric against her sensitive skin, drew a breath, and then her body started shaking. Wesley reached behind her, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders. She looked up at him, suddenly scared by her body’s reaction, by the abrupt end of the session.
“You’re fine, Scarlett.” He put one arm around her shoulder and she sagged against him. “Lots of times you’ll get the shakes. You’re fine.”
They sat for a minute, Wesley rubbing her shoulder. Gradually she stopped shaking. After a few minutes, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.
“We didn’t have sex, Wesley.”
“No, we didn’t. Not every time ends with sex, Scarlett. Sometimes it’s enough to just play.”
“But I thought…this isn’t what you expected? Aren’t you disappointed?”
“I didn’t have any expectations, Scarlett. How could I? I’ve never done any role-playing with you. You’ve never done this before. All I wanted was what you asked, to show you the club, try a few things that you seemed to like last night. I didn’t expect sex.”
She raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at his jeans, the bulge of his erection still very evident. “You could have fooled me.”
Wesley shifted under her gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t say I wasn’t aroused. You’re a very beautiful girl, Scarlett. And what we did was very erotic.” He leaned toward her. “You’re very arousing. I let myself experience how being with you…what I did to you…made me feel. I didn’t hold back, but I remained in control.”
He was very close, and Scarlett felt his breath against her cheek. She tilted her head, lips parted. She closed her eyes in expectation.
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