Page 46 of Too Hot

At ten, Rafe led Brianna over to their scene area. The conversation with Brianna still played over and over in his mind. She was a stronger woman than she gave herself credit for, and he admired her for that.

He enjoyed fire play and continued to learn about fire. Fire cupping fascinated him, and he liked how it helped people. He wished Brianna would let him show her. Maybe in time, she could watch a demo. For now, he needed to take it slow. It had to be Brianna’s choice. Rafe pushed the thoughts of fire play away as he led Brianna up to their scene.

Rafe glanced at her. Her eyes were a little wide, but her body was relaxed. “Are we still green?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft but strong.

“All right.” He set his bag on the table, opened it, and grabbed the restraints. “I’m going to restrain your arms and legs tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.” Brianna shifted from one foot to the other.

“You’re saying yes, but your body language is hesitant.” He didn’t want her to be afraid.

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Rafe set the cuffs on the chair and walked over to Brianna. “There is no reason to be sorry. Talk to me. What is making you hesitate?”

“Ummm.” She glanced away. “You mentioned me being naked, Sir.”

“Yes, clothing can get in the way of you feeling the flogger. If it bothers you, you don’t have to take your bra off.” He could work around it.

“I want to feel the flogger, Sir. It’s…” Her gaze met his. “Can we take it off at the last minute?”

It hit him. She was still shy. “Yes, we can.”

“And my boy shorts, Sir?”

“What do you have on underneath them?” Why hadn’t he thought about this before tonight? Was he pushing her too fast?

“A thong, Sir.”

His dick twitched at her answer. “Will you be comfortable with just the thong on?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes brightened.

“All right, here’s what we’ll do. Before I restrain your right hand, you can slip your arm out of your bra strap, then do the same with the left. Then before I restrain your legs, I’ll remove your boy shorts, but leave the thong. The last thing I’ll do is unhook your bra. Does that work for you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Her breathing was irregular. “Thank you.”

“Brianna.” Rafe framed her face with his hands. “I will always take your concerns into consideration. Never be afraid to voice them.”

She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now go over to the St. Andrew’s cross.” When she turned, he slapped her ass.

“Ohh.” Brianna jumped and glanced over her shoulder at him but continued to make her way to the cross.

Rafe picked up the restrains and followed her. Within minutes, she was semi-nude and restrained. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back, then cupped her ass cheeks. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Her skin flushed. “Now, my beauty, remember your voice. I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Running his fingers over her spine, Rafe walked over to his bag and pulled out a feather duster, rabbit flogger, a flogger that had fur on one side of the tails and leather on the other, and a padded wooden paddle.

He carried them over and set them on the small table next to the cross. Rafe thought about blindfolding Brianna, but he wanted to see her eyes. “I’m going to start simple with the feather duster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Rafe noticed Brianna had turned her head away from the club and that was okay. They hadn’t gathered a crowd yet. They probably would by the end. He twirled the feather duster over the skin of her shoulders, down her spine, across her ass, then over her legs.

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