Chapter 7 #4
Heavenly stars, she’d seen what happened to submissives who weren’t polite.
Xavier had restrained Tanya in the center of the barn.
With her hair tied to a dangling iron hook, she’d stood and watched everyone else having fun.
After a while, another Dom had released her, making her crawl behind him as he talked to other Doms.
“Yes, Sir,” Gin said softly, earning herself another warm look.
“Very nice. And I don’t need any more, but thank you.”
She disposed of the paper plate and returned, expecting to sit back at his feet. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap, chuckling when she winced. Her bottom was going to be extremely sore tomorrow.
“Atticus.” From two hay bales down, Logan tossed across a tube. “I keep this on hand for my redhead.”
“Thanks.” Atticus lifted Gin to her feet. “Bend over, baby.”
“What?” He couldn’t possibly be serious. They were surrounded by people and—
His jaw tipped up infinitesimally.
Oh no, he’d given her, like, an order. Her face heated to scalding, but she turned. Everyone had seen her butt before, after all, only not—not like this. Her knees shook as she bent.
Without any hesitation, Atticus lifted her leather skirt and spread the lotion on her stinging buttocks.
Ow!
Callused hands didn’t go well with tender skin. Even the coolness of the gel didn’t help. It hurt. She tried to step away—and was stopped short by his grip on her skirt.
“Nice try.” His hand didn’t pause, just continued the excruciating torture until he was satisfied. After tossing the tube to Logan, he tugged Gin down onto his lap.
“It still hurts, you know,” she muttered.
“Yep.” He took her face between his hands and held her as he claimed her lips, as his tongue tangled with hers, as he took everything she offered. When he lifted his head, she’d forgotten her sore bottom.
“About the pain.” He brushed her cheek with his bearded jaw. “The lotion decreases bruising. Doesn’t help with pain since it isn’t the kind containing an analgesic.”
“What’s the point in cutting the pain?” Logan asked. He tugged on Becca’s hair with a blade-like smile. “If I spank a little rebel, I want her ass to hurt afterward.”
Becca wrinkled her nose but rubbed her cheek against his fingers. Obviously, she wasn’t feeling abused at all.
I’m so glad she has a loving relationship. No one deserved it more than Becca.
As various conversations whirled around the group, Gin let herself snuggle against Atticus.
Nothing had felt so right in a long time.
Enjoying the sensation, she idly looked around the barn.
A flogging was happening in one corner, and she liked how the Dom had used the stall boards to restrain his submissive. Along the back wall was—
Oh. My. Gin stiffened.
In full sight of everyone, a Dom had his woman in a leather swing with her legs chained out of the way and was fucking her forcefully. Wow. And she’d thought the sex was kinky at Kallie’s wilderness place.
“Problem, pet?” Atticus asked. He followed her gaze.
“Ah.” His eyes were very blue as he regarded her thoughtfully.
“Now, if I was doing the scene, I’d have you in the air, but use only rope for the suspension.
” The dimple at the edge of his beard appeared.
“You’d be naked, so there would be no barrier to my hands. So I could touch you where I pleased.”
Heat rushed through her like someone had turned a heater on high. She glanced at the couple again. Suspension with ropes—no swing? Swaying up in the air with no control? In bondage?
“No. No way. Never.” Never, never, never. If he messed up one knot, she’d end up on the floor.
His eyes narrowed as he assessed her face, her shoulders, her hands. “It does take a high degree of trust to let someone bind you and suspend you. Maybe that’s why I enjoy doing it so much.”
The mere thought brought on the shivers. She felt her head shaking a no even as she tried for a light tone. “I suppose the sex part is a side bennie?”
He didn’t answer but a smile lightened his face.
This Dom could get females anywhere he went.
The knowledge made her feel even more unsure of herself.
She shoved aside the dismal attitude. She was pretty and smart and nice, with a good figure.
Educated. Held a job. She wouldn’t let herself feel unworthy because her “date” for the night was past scorching on the hotness scale.
Relationships got corrupted when one party didn’t feel worthy.
He—or she—would denigrate the other to feel better, to assure himself that no one else would want his significant other.
She’d seen it often enough. One poor person—usually the wife—ended up feeling like dog meat because her beloved cut her down all the time.
Or, in Gin’s case, she’d work her ass off to prove she was worthy.
“Interesting thoughts going through your head.” Atticus drew her attention back with a touch on her cheek.
“Uh, no. Not really.” Under his level gaze, she blurted out, “I was reassuring myself I wasn’t dog meat.”
His stare of surprise made her laugh.
She might as well say it. “You’re very hot, Detective Ware. I feel outclassed.”
“Thank you.” His grin could stop traffic—especially if the drivers were female.
“But, you’re off base. There isn’t an unattached person in this place who doesn’t envy me.
” He stroked her hair for a second. “You’re beautiful, magnolia, but a Dom wants more than merely physical attractions.
You have kindness, intelligence, and an unexpected sense of humor.
” He bent and his lips against her ear whispered, “And your willing surrender has a beauty I can’t explain. ”
His words left her breathless. “But…”
“Or did you want to know that any Dom here would enjoy bending you over a hay bale.”
“Don’t be crude.” She considered thumping him and decided against it. The punishment might be bad. Being tied up in the center of the room—she’d probably die of humiliation.
“What was that thought?”
Snoopy Dom. But she didn’t mind sharing some of what she’d thought. “I’m rather uncomfortable with doing everything in public, you know,” she admitted. “I’m not like that.”
“Ah, baby.” His smile turned gentle. “The out in the open play isn’t merely for those who like being watched.
It’s also for new play-partners. Having monitors on duty”—he indicated Logan and Jake—“makes it safer when people are getting acquainted and want to do some scenes. It’s a bad idea to take a stranger to your bedroom and let him tie you up. ”
Jake had said the same thing. She nodded.
“And then some people aren’t out to play in public, but they like to socialize.
Of course, some do enjoy being on display.
” He nuzzled between her breasts, making her heart skip a beat.
“Now I happen to like putting a submissive up in ropes. Sharing her beauty. And once she’s in such a vulnerable position, it’s tempting to go ahead and do more. ”
“More?” she breathed.
He traced a finger over her lower lip. “I’d tilt you down so you could use that mouth on me…and then tilt you the other way at an angle to fill you with my cock.”
My stars. His bluntness was appalling…and she felt herself dampen. “I…”
His palm settled over her breast under her bustier. “Your heart is pounding, pet.”
Her world narrowed to the warmth of his hand and her own surging lust. “From fear. Sir.”
“Some. Not all.” Rather than touch her more intimately, he moved his hand to her waist.
Oh, she wanted more than anything to feel the slight abrasion of his callused fingers on her bare skin.
“You should be a bit anxious, since I intend to get you up there eventually.”
“Not a chance.” She grasped his wrist to move his hand. He was immovable and the evidence of his sheer strength had her breathing in deep, trying to get the fog of need out of her brain. “Listen, I shouldn’t be with you at all. You’re the brother of one of my cases. This isn’t…”
“Baby, if you were dating an inmate, CO, or the warden, I could see the problem. Me, not so much.”
No, really, she shouldn’t be with him, even if logic said there was no threat to Sawyer or the prison. Atticus was a law enforcement agent, after all. But her brain wasn’t working too well because her hormones had taken over. Every cell in her body wanted to merge with his.
At her lack of answer, his brows drew together. “It honestly is a problem for you? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“There are regulations, you see.” Her voice came out hoarse.
“Got it.” He released her, holding her as he rose to his feet. “Then why don’t we go somewhere more private to finish talking. And if nothing happens, that’s all right too.” He kissed her lightly and raised his hand to the chorus of voices bidding them goodnight.