Prologue #3
She swallowed hard as if she were nervous, but her nipples tightened, and heat filled her gaze.
“Okay, Mira, let’s start in the Dungeon. I’m gonna warm you up out there so everyone sees who you belong to this weekend.” I pointed to the door, and she moved toward it without question. “Such a good girl, Mira.”
I brought her to a semipublic area off to the side with a spanking bench, a straight-backed chair, a restraint wall and an armoire full of delicious toys.
“Where do you want me, Sir?” she said on a breathy sigh that instantly hardened my cock.
I made a tsking sound, looking down at the clear bulge in my jeans. “See this? You’ve already done this just with that sexy little sigh.”
Her little smile had me cocking my head and giving her a stern look. It was all part of the scene though, because that smile was quickly becoming an addiction.
Tugging my jeans up at the knee, I sat on the hard-backed chair. “Fetch me the large flogger out of the armoire, girlie. I’m gonna warm your whole body up. Then we’re gonna see what you’re made of.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’d never been someone’s Daddy before. Hadn’t even thought much of the honorific before now.
But Mira brought the word right to the forefront of my thoughts.
I didn’t want to be Sir to her. It wasn’t intimate enough.
It didn’t fit the connection we had. And I wasn’t assuming anything when I said that.
She’d told me herself that there was something different, and special between us.
Something akin to a magnetic field that made the push and pull between us feel deeper, as if the universe wanted us together.
I’d have laughed if someone told me that before now, but with Mira I wasn’t laughing.
Not even a snicker. I felt our connection too deeply.
D/s relationships were already on a more intimate level than most regular relationships.
They required a different kind of intimacy and trust, but with us, that was heightened even further than I’d ever felt.
Mira held the flogger in one hand and the leather falls lay across the palm of her other. Her face was turned down so she didn’t look me in the eye.
“Look at me,” I requested, and used my hand to tip her chin up. “Safe word?”
“Octopus.”
I bit back my smile as I had to every time she told me the cute safe word she had.
“Good girl.” We’d talked about how being completely naked in the Dungeon made her anxious, so when I told her to remove her clothing she knew I meant just the top and skirt.
I reiterated anyway. When it came to giving up control, clarity of instruction was always best. “Leave the bra and panties on, Mira.”
When she stood before me in nothing but some pink lace panties and matching bra, I motioned, using the flogger handle, toward the spanking bench. “Get into position, please.”
With a quiet “yes, Sir” she obeyed, draping herself across the leather bench and placing her wrists and ankles in place so I could strap her down.
I took my time with that, running gentle fingers over her skin as I went from one buckle to the next. Each shuddering breath she released secretly sent thrills through me.
“Are you ready?” I asked, this time smoothing the flattened palm of my hand down the small of her back and over her round ass cheeks.
“Yes, Sir.”
It was too quiet, so I moved up the bench to her side. Wrapping her ponytail around my hand, I gave her head a little tug, knowing it would ease her nerves if I put her in her place.
“I couldn’t hear that.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied louder.
“Better,” I said and released the rope of hair only to land a loud smack on her ass. She lurched. “Don’t make me have to ask again, yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smiled at the volume of her reply and tugged her panties down to see a pink handprint blossoming on her buttock. “You pink up nicely. There’s a lovely cotton candy colored handprint on your pretty bottom, Mira.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Would you like one to match on the other cheek?”
She hesitated and I swatted her again, marring the other pale globe as well.
“Hesitation implies you think you have control, Mira. You have none right now.”
Her face was turned to the side, her left cheek pressed against the leather.
She already looked like she was enjoying the scene immensely.
I glanced around at the people who’d stopped to watch us.
There were only about five stragglers and one couple.
But there was a lot going on in the Dungeon.
I’d stopped noticing the sounds of the various scenes around us the moment Mira took off her clothes, but I noticed them again now.
Five wasn’t too many people to make Mira anxious, but enough to make her just a tad nervous. “Turn to face your audience, Mira,” I demanded and she let out a small gasp.
When she obeyed me, she got me on a technicality and kept her eyes sealed shut. I shook my head, holding back a chuckle. I spanked her ass a dozen times, six on one cheek, then six on the other. She squirmed against the restraints with the speed and sharpness of the spanks.
I bent with my face near hers so I wouldn’t miss her safe word if she used it. “Open those pretty eyes for your Daddy, Mira.”
Again, she obeyed without hesitation. “Good girl. Look at the people enjoying you being restrained and spanked.”
Her eyes did indeed take in each of the people who stood around. And then I laid the first whip of the flogger down. It landed in that typical thuddy way across the backs of her thighs where I knew it would sting just a little. I wasn’t using it hard, just enough to bring her to a full-body tingle.
I let the flogger fall across her bottom, her calves and then the soles of her feet, and then I went back up over those spots, harder, crisscrossing the strikes so the tresses left lovely pink Xs across her skin.
I worked her back over, gently at first and then harder, letting the falls lick and bite her sides as they fell, alternating the strength of the whips.
She moaned in pleasure, and gasped in pain, but no matter how hard or soft the falls hit, she appeared to be filled with bliss.
Moving to the head of the bench, I kissed the tails across her shoulders, shoulder blades, and her arms, until there was no distinct pattern, just an all over blush of bubblegum pink and warmth radiating from her.
She glowed, fucking glowed, not just her well-worked skin, but her face too, and every final bit of tension leftover from my parents melted away.
When I unbuckled her, her eyes were glassy and her lips sort of frozen in a ghost of a smile. She was stunning, absolute perfection. Scooping her into my arms, I kissed her lips, cheeks and forehead.
“How about a bubble bath and some food, girlie?”
Snuggling into me, she nodded. And I grinned, letting her get away with not replying in words, because I could.