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Harder this time.
Tense, melt, tense.
Swat!
Tense, melt, gasp.
Swat! Swat!
Gasp, tense, groan.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
Tense.
Swat! Swat!! Swat!!
“RED!”
Her voice shocked me. The crop dropped. I knew I was moving through the motions, releasing her from each of her tie downs, removing the cuffs, but my mind was spinning. What the hell had happened?!
She was shaking. She had goosebumps all over her body and…
And she was sobbing.
Not crying, but sobbing. The kind where you get the hiccups and have snot running down your nose. I pulled off the blindfold and yanked the earbuds out, letting everything but her drop to the floor. Every sound seemed to crash around me like it was amplified. Amplified by my complete shock and my deep shame. What had I done?
I pulled her into my arms, but she scampered away from me.
“No! Don’t touch me!” she cried, moving across the room, covering herself with her arms in a poor attempt at modesty.
“Little one—”
“Don’t call me that!” she cried out. Fuck, I knew better.
“Posey, here,” I offered, tossing the sheet from the bed towards her, trying to offer her some kind of modesty. I approached her like one would a scared animal. I didn’t want to scare her further and I had no idea where her headspace was. Mine was a fucking disaster of a mess. “Will you please come to me? The scene is over. We can go into the bathroom, or upstairs, or whatever makes you happy. Just please let me at least hug you and try to make things right.”
I thought my words would soothe her, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“No. Leave me alone.”
With that, she took off, running out of the room and up the stairs.
I stood there in pure silence for a long moment until I heard her bedroom door slam.
What in the ever-loving hell had happened? I ran over the scene in my mind. Had I hurt her? Had I not heard her say something? Had I scared her? Fuck! I needed to talk to her. But I needed to respect her space.
But I didn’t have to do that down here.
I made my way upstairs slowly, giving myself a few minutes to breathe and calm down. I looked down at my hands. I was shaking. Visibly shaking.
I hadn’t had a submissive safeword like this in a long, long time. I always respected safewords. For any reason. At any time. But this was different. She was terrified. I had terrified her. I felt broken.
When I made it to her room, I knocked softly.
“Posey?” I called out timidly.
“Go away, Soren.” Her voice was shaky, scared.
