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Instead of releasing her, as she may have expected, I kneeled next to her, rubbing my hand soothingly over the exposed skin of her hip. “The restraint is for your protection. You might feel the urge to move your hand back here, and I don’t want to hit it and injure you.” I tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear and rubbed her cheek with my thumb. “I…I understand why you’re having this reaction and I’m so incredibly sorry for it. While I understand your apprehension, I also think you might like being restrained under more…pleasurable circumstances. Are you willing to try?”

Her mouth tightened as if the word “yes” hovered on her lips and she was trying to swallow it back. I didn’t push, I didn’t force. I simply stroked her hair and waited.

“Okay,” she finally whispered. Elation and satisfaction jolted through me like a lightening storm as she gave me her trust. I wouldn’t fuck it up.

“Thank you, baby. I will also give you a safe word.”

“Safe word?”

“Yes. If, at any point, you want me to stop you just say the word ‘red’ and I’ll release you.”

Armed with the knowledge that she ultimately held the control and could stop this at any time, the last of the tension eased out of her body.

I slid my fingers between her legs, relieved to find her still wet and aroused. I gave her clit a little pinch and she jumped, then I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy as she groaned. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she replied shakily, her hips trying to anticipate what my fingers were going to do in order to get off.

“Good girl,” I whispered, watching her move and squirm under my hand. “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy,” I grunted, my finger moving to tease her clit before removing it.

I finished buckling her in and stood back, admiring how fucking incredible she looked strapped to the bench, completely under my control. I debated using an implement, like a paddle or the flogger again, but in the end, I decided to simply use my hand.

I rubbed my hand over her exposed ass. “You ready, baby?”

She paused for a moment. “I think so.” Her voice is breathy and uncertain and sends more blood rushing to my cock. I had no idea her inexperience was going to end up being such a fucking turn on, but it was. Watching her push past her own inhibitions sent lust hammering through my system, turning my blood hot.

“Willa, are you ready?” I asked in a firmer, more dominant voice. She needed to consent fully.

“Yes.”

“Let’s begin.”

Chapter 15

Willa

Iwas strapped down, spread open, exposed, and waiting to be spanked in a sex club.

What the hell?

Thoughts whirled in my mind, moving in a hundred different directions, most of them full of self-recrimination and disbelief at my current condition.

I was still debating blurting out my safe word, when Killian’s big, rough hand landed a wallop on my ass. Holy shit, he had a hand like a two by four.

“Fuck, Willa, I can see my handprint perfectly on your skin,” he murmured, and I swear I felt his tongue swipe the spot. I wasn’t complaining, I would take anything that might dull the pain and his tongue was better than nothing. My thoughts were, again, broken by his hand landing on the other cheek, causing me to gasp and cry out. Had I really consented to this?

That spank was followed by another. And another. And another and soon I truly believed I was out of my mind to think I’d enjoy this. I was perilously close to screaming the word “red” and ending this entire experiment.

Before I could open my mouth, Killian rubbed his large hand over my flaming cheeks, murmuring words of praise, approval and erotic appreciation. His fingers slid between my legs and I was astounded to feel that I was not only still wet, I was drenched.

He slid two fingers inside of me, then pulled them out to swirl them around my pulsing clit. It was as if the moment he touched my pussy, my body had been a banked fire and now it was exploding with heat and need.

“Please, please, please,” I was steadily begging, unsure of what I was even asking for. More spanking? I hated to say it, but maybe. More touching? Hell yes.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, and I turned my head to see him staring down at his hand between my legs. “Willa, you should see how hot your ass looks, all red from my hand. How sexy your tight, wet little cunt looks as I slide my fingers in.”

Lust barreled through me as I watched his features contort with predatory desire and possession.

He pulled his hand away and I groaned with dismay. Heavy, painful swats landed on my ass and upper thighs and I yelped in agony. Why did this turn me on? It was awful.

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