Page 14 of Too Hot

The softness trailed over her skin. Soft and silky was the only way she could describe it. He continued down her body and then slid it over her feet, and she giggled.

“Ticklish?” He twirled the feathers over the soles of feet.

“A bit, Sir.”

“Noted.” He shifted the feather, and now his fingers followed it up her body. His touch was light. Her nerves were alive with every swipe of the feather and then his touch. Inch by inch, she sank into the emotion, letting her mind go and just feeling.

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Rafe grinned when Brianna finally relaxed. She had been so tense, but now he saw her body sink into the soft leather of the table. He set the starburst feather tickler aside and picked up the Ostrich one.

The starburst was smaller and more concentrated. The Ostrich was softer and might be a little bit more ticklish, but he’d see. Brianna’s skin was creamy smooth, and he enjoyed the way it blushed beneath his touch.

Did she even realize her skin was flushing with arousal? He started with her shoulders again, and went up and down her body several times before he moved it up the inside of her legs to her inner thighs.

“Ohhh.” She shifted on the table.

“Tickle?”

“No, a different sensation, Sir.”

Every time she said Sir, his dick pulsed. Funny, he hadn’t reacted to a woman like this before. He’d had relationships in the past, long-term ones. Well, if a year or two was considered long-term.

Oddly, he’d even scened with a couple of the subs here in the club and never felt such a powerful attraction or need to be with them as he did with Brianna. It didn’t make sense. They’d just met each other.

He shook his head. He’d figure it out eventually, just like he did with fire. All it took was finding the patterns, seeing the movement, and other things. Tossing the feather tickler aside, he ran his palms over Brianna’s skin, loving the feel of it against his own.

Jordan waved at him. Damn, their time was almost up. He’d been lucky enough to be able to squeeze in between other scenes. Slowly, he wound down the scene, keeping his touch light and more infrequent until he stopped.

“Brianna.”

“Yeah.” Her voice was soft and dreamy. Oh yes, he’d helped her relax, totally and completely.

He smiled. “The scene is over.”

“Oh.” She didn’t move.

Jordan climbed onto the stage. “Give her a minute.”

Rafe nodded, put his toys into his bag, and took it back to his cubby by the bar. When he returned, Jordan was still standing there, and Brianna hadn’t moved.

“I don’t think she’s back with us yet,” Jordan commented.

“Subspace from light sensation play?” Rafe was surprised.

“Maybe. More like she’s so relaxed she doesn’t want to move.” Jordan looked from Brianna and back to him. “My suggestion is to cover her with a blanket, have her roll on her side, pick her up, and carry her over to the aftercare area. I can clean up the table for you.”

“Thanks.” It wasn’t as if Rafe didn’t know how to take care of a sub; he’d just never had one react like Brianna. Most would hop off the table within five minutes, telling him they were refreshed and happy.

“By the way, Logan and Ellie had to leave. Apparently, Ellie has a party tomorrow.”

Rafe nodded, grabbed a blanket, and shook it open. “Brianna. I’m going to lay a blanket over you, then I want you to roll onto your right side toward me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was still very soft.

He placed the blanket over her, and she did as he asked. Rafe bent his knees, put his arms under her, and lifted.

“Goodness,” she commented as she put an arm around his neck. “I’m too heavy.”

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