Page 41 of Blinded
“Go over to the St. Andrews Cross and grab hold. I’m not going to bind you. You’ll submit to me freely. I’m not going to make it easy for you by using rope to keep you in place.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He rose and went over to the indicated place. Sandra admired his broad back and the play of his muscles as he grabbed the handles before she picked up the flogger and shoved the crop into her boot.
She walked over and allowed herself to stroke his shoulders and followed the big muscles down his back. He was well built and fit, and she knew the time and dedication it took to maintain such a body. Sandra shoved her booted toes between his bare feet and ordered. “Spread your legs.”
He complied immediately, and she was distracted for a moment by the swaying ball sack between his legs. Punishment, she had to remind herself, not sex.
She stepped back and slapped the flogger on her forearm to test the force. Sandra repeated the gesture a couple of times adjusting the power she put behind the impact until she was reasonably confident about the strength she should use. Sandra positioned herself behind GT and landed the first stroke against his muscled body. She started up a figure-eight pattern she’d felt and watched numerous times, moving from his shoulders and down his back. Without losing her rhythm, she skipped his lower back and concentrated on his buttocks. When she stopped, she was panting heavily, and she stroked the firm globes of his ass – nice and warm. Sandra dropped the flogger and pulled the crop from her boot.
Again, she tried the impact on her arm several times. As she watched the welts rise, she imagined tarnishing his ass with strips, and a sob escaped her throat. “I … I can’t.” Sandra dropped the crop and said with a quavering voice. “Red.”
The flogger stopped and her soft hands stroked his butt, her skin cool against his heated flesh. Keeping still against the cross was one of the hardest things he’d done in his life. He had held on for dear life while she flogged his back, but now his fingers hurt with the force of gripping the cross. The impact of the flogger didn’t hurt, but it felt wrong to submit – unnatural.
When Ruby suggested the role switch, he had protested at first, but as Ruby explained he saw the merit of her idea. Sandra had never had control over her relationships. The kicker was she didn’t want to be in command, but she needed to give over the reins willingly. With his relentless pursuit of her, she’d given in to his demands but never genuinely submitted to being in a relationship. Tonight, he hoped to fix that.
The sound of the crop connecting with flesh startled him. Was she testing the impact on herself? Several times the sound reverberated through the room, followed by a shaking but clear, “Red,” from Sandra.
GT turned in time to catch her as her knees buckled and she leaned sobbing against his chest. He loosened the laces on her corset with one hand and used the other to hold her head against his shoulder. GT stroked her hair and made shushing sounds. Sandra tried to burrow deeper. GT smiled ruefully – like she wasn’t under his skin already.
He cuddled her against his body and held her until her sobs faded and the shudders that wracked her body subsided. When she quieted down, he took hold of her braid and tugged her head back. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy with mascara in black rivulets on her cheeks, but she looked more at peace already. “Let’s talk,” he suggested tenderly, and she nodded. She let out a squeak when he picked her up but immediately circled her arms around his neck. She felt so right in his arms.
He carried her over to the big chair and settled her on his lap. “Why didn’t you continue? I think I earned at least a few swats for what I said about PT.” He stroked her arms and waited for her to collect her thoughts.
Sandra grimaced. “Maybe you did, but I wasn’t comfortable giving you marks.”
GT kept silent and started to unbraid her hair. Sandra sighed and closed her eyes as he worked his fingers through the long strands of her hair.
“You know,” Sandra spoke without opening her eyes. “Without diminishing how hurtful your words were, I understand why you said them to me. I’ve been pushing you away from the start.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, too, GT.”
With her head tipped back, he had perfect access to her lips, and he claimed her mouth. Sandra reciprocated the brush of his lips and every swipe of his tongue. When he pulled back, he was out of breath, and Sandra’s chest heaved. “What do you want to do now?” he asked her.
“Will you please take me back as your jujun’na, Sir?”
Warmth radiated throughout his body at her words, and it was hard to think straight. GT took a deep breath before he answered, “What would being my jujun’na entail for you?”
Sandra blinked. “Umm – rope bondage?”
GT chuckled. “Yes, that too. What else?”
“I. . .” Sandra swallowed hard. “I care for you, GT. I’m not ready for hearts and flowers, but I. . .I want to be with you. S-share our lives.”
Not exactly a declaration of love, but GT could work with it. “I should punish you for walking out on me without a word, but I’m no more comfortable punishing you than you were in punishing me. I’m not really a disciplinarian, and I was at fault for insulting your work, too.” He cradled her head in his hands and gazed intently into her eyes. “We’re going to communicate openly and honestly.”
Sandra tried to nod, but his hold halted her movement, and she answered verbally. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to kick my butt if I put my foot in my mouth.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to give me hell if I behave like a male chauvinist pig.”
A real smile broke free. “Boar.”
“What?”
“A male pig is called a boar.”
He grinned too. “When I behave like an arrogant and chauvinist boar, then.”
