Page 64 of See You Sometime
Skye smiled back. “Oh, lucky me.” She’d looked at his playlist the last time she’d volunteered at the club.
She was in for a wild ride.
She hoped.
One eyebrow slid up. “Yep, definitely lucky you.” He buckled the blindfold onto her. “If you safeword and I don’t seem to stop, lift one leg and hold it off the ground, okay?”
She nodded.
He buckled the ball gag loosely enough she could still spit it out. With her world now focused on Walt and the music and what was happening to her, she felt subspace already teasing, taunting.
She hoped Tilly could handle Axel and talk him through it.
She didn’t want to think about the alternative.
* * * *
Tilly moved them back, out of Walt’s space.
“Remember,” Tilly said, “if you ever get hit on a backswing, it’s probably your fault for walking into the Top’s space.”
Axel nodded, his eyes focused on Skye. She was already swaying in time to the music, tapping the toes of her right foot in time to the beat. This wasn’t his kind of music, but he could understand why Walt would want to play to it. Percussive beats, throbbing bass, it was made for this.
Walt removed his shirt and hung it off the end of the implement stand. Then he circled Skye, eyeing her not unlike Axel imagined a lion would eye a wounded antelope as it tried to decide how to launch its final attack.
He stepped behind her and ran his fingers up and down her spine, along her shoulders.
“Looking for her bones,” Tilly said. “So he knows where he can and can’t hit.”
Axel nodded but didn’t trust his voice.
That only took a moment before Walt started using his hands on Skye, first slapping and hitting with the heel and side of his hands, up and down her back, followed by smacks on her ass, fists to her thighs.
Axel swallowed hard, feeling the cold knife settling in the base of his stomach. Skye moved with the impacts, still bobbing her head in time with the music.
When he glanced at Tilly, she was watching him, not what was going on. “What?”
“That’s just the warm-up,” she said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m…fine.”
Every impact sent shock waves through his own body, fighting the urge to jump in and stop the scene, but both Tilly and, more importantly, Skye, had told him not to.
The only one who got safeword privileges in their scene was Skye.
Over the next fifteen minutes, Walt attacked and beat and paddled and whipped and did a lot of things to her.
She didn’t safeword.
And it would only get worse.
Finally, when Walt switched to using a rattan cane, the first stroke set her on her toes but after she was flat-footed he hit her again. That’s when Axel felt the surge. He dropped her backpack and the blanket, turned, and bolted for the office, barely making it out into the parking lot where he leaned against an oak tree and started puking in the grass.
Tears fell, and he rested his head against the rough bark and cried, knowing he was fucked.
Knowing he’d have to let her go.
No way in hell could he do this for, to, or with her.
