Page 137 of Receiving His Mercy
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her hand and turned her to him, cupping her cheek. “You ready for tonight?”
Caren licked her full lips. The only make-up she wore was a bright pink lipstick.
Gorgeous.
“I’m ready.”
“You trust me to look after you?”
She nodded shakily. “I do.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“I’m also going to give you a squeaky ball to hold in your hand. If you need to squeeze it, you can. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He was slightly worried that she wasn’t as ready as she thought she was. But she followed him obediently to where he’d reserved the suspension area. It was in a quieter room at the back of the club that had large windows so people could watch but not interrupt. Tuesday was a quiet night. And Rusty was one of the monitors, which made him feel better as he knew his brother would watch Caren carefully.
“Kneel here and keep your head down,” he told her, pointing to a soft, flat cushion to the side of the scene area.
She kneeled beautifully, placing her hands on her spread thighs and lowering her head.
Travis felt a stab of pride. This might be considered a risky scene since they hadn’t officially played together. But he knew that there was trust between them. That she was experienced and so was he. Although she’d said she’d never been tied up before.
He would make this as fun and pleasurable as he could. Because it was something he wanted to do with her often.
Taking a moment, he checked over all of the ropes. They were made from jute and would feel soft against her skin. He was careful, examining them and the area to make sure that everything would be safe for her.
He would never put his girl at risk.
Last night, he’d sat her down and gone through her expectations for this session, any concerns that she had, and anything she wanted him to explain.
He reached up and tugged on the ropes that were already hanging from suspension points in the lowered ceiling. They were holding. He also set out a pair of safety shears and a First-Aid kit just in case.
Rusty appeared in the doorway. “All good?”
“Yep, I’m about to start.”
“Want me to stay?”
“Just check in every few minutes,” Travis replied.
“You got it,” Rusty said.
Travis walked over and crouched in front of his girl.
“Look at me, baby.”
She raised her gaze to his and he cupped her chin in his hand. “If you want to stop at any time what do you say?”
“Red, Sir.”
“That’s right. And I’ll put a squeaky ball in your hand once you’re bound. Any questions?”
