Chapter 19 #2
“Good girl.” I stroke the back of her hair. I considered tying it up, but I like it flowing. I won’t be striking her above the waist tonight, so there’s no fear of her hair getting tangled.
She appears almost naked from behind, and her creamy bottom is calling to me. I can’t resist giving her several swats with my palm before reaching for the levers and adjusting the wheel, tipping it so that her head rises until she’s at about forty-five degrees.
I round to her head, cup her cheek, and kiss behind her ear. “How do you feel, Kels?”
“Amazing, Sir.”
Smiling, I step away to grab my paddle. I’m aware that we’ve amassed quite an audience, but I ignore them.
My sole focus is on the woman submitting to me.
When I scene with someone, they have to be my only concern.
But tonight is different. This woman isn’t a stranger or random submissive.
This woman is mine. The one I will spend the rest of my life doting on.
The one who will bear my children. The one who will submit to me and grow old with me. The woman I love deeply.
I pick up the leather paddle and begin striking her bottom and the backs of her thighs, building up the intensity as I go. With a close eye on her body language and expression, I’m aware that she’s getting what she needs.
Her bottom is dark pink when I pause to check in with her. I lean close to her face, kiss her cheek, and tug gently on the collar to remind her it’s there. “Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir.” She doesn’t hesitate.
I stroke my hand down her back and trail my fingers over her thighs before I resume swatting her. This time I angle the leather paddle so that I occasionally make contact with her inner thighs.
She writhes and squirms as her pretty butt turns hot and red. When I’m done with the paddle, I reach between her legs to touch her pussy. She’s soaked.
She lifts her head, arching her neck. “Please…”
I won’t let her come yet. We’re not done. I fist her hair, lift her head, and meet her gaze. “Four strikes with the cane, baby, and then you can come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The cane must be treated with respect. It takes a lot of practice to ensure a Top places each welt where they want it, and not hard enough to break the skin if that’s what was negotiated.
I’m going to go easy on Kelsey. I want her to feel the sting, but I don’t want her to hate the cane. It has a time and place. I won’t use it often, but when I do, I prefer that she crave it. Now is one of those times.
I swing it through the air, laying a precise line across her upper butt cheeks.
Kelsey cries out, arching her neck again.
Checking with her, I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir,” she grits out.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Sir. It hurts so good.”
That’s the answer I want. I land the next strike across the middle of her globes. The pink welt rises instantly. The third is lower still, at her sit spot. It will smart tomorrow. She’s panting as I give her the fourth stripe on her upper thighs.
Quickly, I set the cane down and go to my girl. I press my palm against the back of her thigh on top of the final welt.
She winces.
I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask as I tease the edge of lace with my middle finger.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
Without moving my gaze from her face, I push the triangle of lace aside, line my finger up with her cunt, and thrust into her.
Kelsey moans, her orgasm coming fast and sexy. I’m so humbled, it’s hard to hold it together. What I want to do is open my pants and fuck my girl, but I won’t. Not here in front of everyone. I’ll claim her pussy upstairs, in private.
I stroke my girl’s head, watching her closely as I whisper how proud I am. She looks at me, but her eyes are glazed a bit. She’s in subspace.
Wasting no time, I turn to make sure the DM I spoke to before we arrived tonight is joining us.
I’m relieved to have someone put my toys back in my bag, so I can focus on Kelsey.
I lower the wheel, adjust it to flat, and remove all the restraints.
When she’s free, I lift her, turn her to settle on her bottom on the cool leather, and kiss her.
She moans into my mouth, swaying a bit.
The DM hands me a bottle of water, and I hold it up to Kelsey’s mouth. She drinks half of it in no time.
When the DM settles the strap of my bag over my shoulder, I scoop my girl into my arms, careful not to rub her welts too much.
She whimpers as I carry her out of the room and up the stairs. In less than a minute, we’re in my apartment. I consider the spanking bench in the middle of the room, but decide to go for the bed instead. We’ve had enough submission for one night. It’s time to claim my woman.
I lower her gently onto the mattress and straddle her body with mine, staring into her still slightly glassy eyes. She’s smiling.
“Does it hurt?”
“Deliciously.”
“I love you, Kelsey,” I whisper.
“I love you, too, Hendrix,” she returns, her voice soft and dreamy. She’s in a lovely place, not too deep but deeper than she’s used to. She reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck. “Strip,” she orders.
I chuckle. It’s cute when she tries to top me.
But I’m a softy when it comes to pleasing her, so I guess she’s also successful at it.
I rise and remove all my clothes in a strip tease while she watches.
When I’m done, I climb over her and give a tug to the tiny ribbon between her breasts that’s holding the lingerie together. In one yank, it falls open.
Every time I disrobe this woman, it’s like opening a gift. She takes my breath away.
Apparently, Kelsey doesn’t like me staring at her at this stage. She grabs me with her arms and legs and tugs me down. “Now, Hendrix.”
I thrust into her, giving her what we both need. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth falls open before she mutters, “Yes…”
I’m blessed beyond measure. This is my world right here. My everything.