Page 16 of Trusting Laurence
With one of her beautiful smiles, Ginger agreed before she wandered off in that direction.
Turning back to his friend, Larry lifted his glass. “Sláinte, my friend.”
Jim tapped his glass to Larry’s. “Cheers, man.”
Larry drained his glass, getting to his feet. “I’m off to shower and change. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jim replied. “Wanna meet up here at the bar for a quick drink later?”
“I’ll be here. See you in a while.”
He hastened to the changing rooms, suddenly eager to play. He was looking forward to doing a scene with Ginger. Stripping down, he grabbed a towel from his locker before going to shower. He wanted to scrub away the crappy day he’d had.
His movements economic, he showered and shampooed his hair, feeling as if he was symbolically washing away the desolation and despair that seemed to permeate the air at the prison down the drain with the suds. Once dry, he donned the comfortable black leather pants he preferred wearing on the floor. His favorite Timberlands completed the outfit.
At five-foot-seven, Larry wasn’t the tallest man, but he was muscular and well defined. And, at fifty-eight, his previously reddish-blond hair had finally turned a silver that seemed to have the ladies going nuts. His skin sported both knife and bullet scars – the hazards of a dangerous job.
Right over his heart, he wore a compass tattoo. The letters TN took place of honor at the top of the elaborate compass. When questioned in the past, he’d always said it stood for True North. He’d never divulged the T, in fact, stood for Tahlia – the one he considered to be his true north.
Grabbing his duffel bag, he dropped his wet towel in a hamper and left the room to search for Ginger.
As he made his way to the submissive’s waiting area, he noticed Jim chatting with a woman he didn’t recognize, but the man’s body language told him interest was high. Looked like he wasn’t the only one getting laid tonight. Smiling for the first time since leaving the prison earlier that day, he greeted the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs leading to the play floors.
He climbed the stairs and breathed in the smell of pleasure, absorbing the sounds of play. Now that he was here, he realized how much he’d missed the place. He walked toward the submissives’ waiting area, his eyes lingering for a moment on a scene close to him.
A young woman was draped over a spanking bench, her hands and feet secured with leather straps. Her Dominant expertly wielded a paddle, her ass already a gorgeous, rosy hue. She lay with her eyes closed, clearly lost in the rhythm of the blows as they kissed her skin. Stopping a moment to admire his work, the man smoothed a reverent hand over the reddened globes. He leaned over to speak quietly in her ear. Larry saw her give him a soft smile and shake her head.
The Dom kissed her passionately before returning to his position behind her. The paddling resumed, and the beautiful woman once again gave herself over to the bliss.
The intimacy of the play had Larry going hard. It had been far too long since he’d shared such closeness with anyone. While he loved a good scene, it was that very intimacy he enjoyed the most. He turned his head to continue his search for Ginger. If he hadn’t already been seriously in need of release before, he certainly was now.
Finally, he spotted Ginger standing off to the side. She too was watching a scene. Larry strode over to where she stood, and as he approached, she glanced in his direction. Her eyes were bright, her excitement almost palpable. He reached out a hand as he came to a stop in front of her.
“Ready, sweetness?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gave him one of her sweet smiles, the very one that had caused him to give her the nickname. She placed her hand in his and let him lead her to an open spot.
He put his duffle bag down and turned to Ginger.
“Come undress and kneel for me.” He watched as she did as instructed. She neatly folded her clothes and placed them to the side before gracefully sinking to her knees. She spread her thighs and put her hands behind her back, as she knew he preferred. “It pleases me that you remember after all this time.”
Circling her, Larry took her waterfall of straight, blonde hair in both hands and deftly braided the silky stands. He reached into a pocket for a hair tie to fasten it. Satisfied with his handiwork, he went over to his bag. and pulled out an inky-black crop.
He looked over at Ginger and noted how her body fairly vibrated in the knowledge of what was to come. Larry caressed the skin of her right breast with the tip of the crop before landing the first blow. With a flick of his wrist, he grazed her right nipple and watched as it beaded. The crop glided over her skin to give her left breast the same attention.
Flick. He repeated the action on her left nipple.Flick. First one, then the other.
Ginger’s eyes had already begun to glaze, and he decided it was time to level it up a notch. He ran the crop across the alabaster skin of her chest before snapping it against a tightly furled little bud. The sound could be heard over the noisiness of the room. Her whimper of pleasure brought a grin to his face. He loved how responsive she was.
Pleased with the bright blush of her skin, he held out a hand to help her stand. With care, he placed the handle of the crop between Ginger’s teeth. Smoothed his hands over the heated skin of her breasts.
Removing the crop from her mouth, he trailed it up her leg, starting at her foot. Up her inner thigh. As his eyes followed the path of the crop, he saw a delicate shiver wrack Ginger’s frame. Larry knew she anticipated the fall of the crop on her most intimate part, but he stopped short. Moved on to the other leg.
Without warning, the crop’s tongue landed on her bare mound. She jumped slightly at the unexpected blow, then groaned loudly.
“So wet for me already.”
“Yes, Sir.”
