Page 71 of Master Cole

Epilogue

Janie shiftedfrom one foot to the other, unable to stand still. She glanced over at Cole talking with Rick. She lifted her hand and her fingers touched the necklace around her neck. A smile crossed her lips.

She and Cole had been married for two wonderful months. Two months of exploring not only BDSM, but their love for each other. She had never felt stronger in their relationship than she did today.

Cole strode over. Her heart sped up. He was dressed all in black and in full Dom mode. “Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her skin tingled with anticipation.

Cole nodded and held his hand out. She placed her hand in his, and he led her over to the X frame.

“You know what to do,” Cole said.

Janie nodded, dropped her robe and positioned herself on the X frame. She wasn’t nude, Cole wouldn’t allow that, but she wore only a thong and pasties. She’d braided her hair, and she pulled it over her shoulder and waited.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Cole whispered as he secured her wrists before moving to her ankles. Once they were secure, he kissed his way up her leg, over her exposed ass, and up her spine. “Tonight I will show everyone what it means to be totally and completely in love.”

Janie couldn’t speak, but she saw the love pouring from his gaze. The love and the desire. She nodded her head and Cole stepped back.

A small crowd had formed and Janie closed her eyes and used her other senses. The low murmur of the people and footsteps. A hand touched her lower back and she jumped.

“Easy, pet,” Cole said softly. “I know we discussed this earlier, I’ll start with the rabbit flogger, moving on to the suede flogger, and finally if needed the braided elk flogger.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Safewords?”

“Green, yellow, and red.” Not that she had any intention of saying them unless necessary. They’d been working toward this night.

“All right. Let us begin.”

His touch disappeared. Janie took several deep breaths. The first strike of the rabbit flogger caressed her ass. By the tenth strike, her breathing had gone shallow.

Warm palms covered her ass, stroking her. “Okay, pet?”

“Green, Sir.” And she was. Her nerves tingled with anticipation.

“Very well.”

Janie concentrated on Cole’s footsteps over to the table where the floggers were laid out and then back. The suede flogger stung her ass, and her head fell back as her mouth opened. That one had a sting to it.

On the fourth hit, Cole stopped and caressed her ass and back. “You’re doing fantastic, pet.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her ass was hot, but his touch soothed her.

“Five more with the suede flogger, okay?”

“Green, Sir.”

By the time Cole finished, her butt was on fire, but it was so good. Her blood hummed through her body. The crowd was quiet, but yet not. She couldn’t explain it. And she wanted more.

Cole caressed her ass, and then pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing it. He moved to her cheek. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered before he moved away.

Janie took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She was getting very close to subspace. Cole’s palm traced up and down her back. “Elk flogger. Don’t do this because of me. If it’s too much ... ”

“I’ll safeword, I promise, Sir.” It was a conversation they’d had over and over again. Slowly Cole was learning she’d safeword out if she needed to. She’d only done it once, and that was a yellow.

“I love you,” he whispered before stepping back.

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