Page 9 of Flogging Faith

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Page 9 of Flogging Faith

“Oh Gods, yes, yes. Please, after you.”

They stood together as the doors closed, side by side, and neither of them said a word. Faith snuck a glance at Bex, who was clearly doing the same thing at the exact same moment. There was a pause and then they both burst out laughing.

“I’m a bit nervous,” said Faith. “I have been to sex clubs before—I wasn’t lying about that—but I’ve never really played in public. People usually find me a tad too…” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t want to put Bex off, but at the same time it would be better to be upfront now. At least that way she wouldn’t build her hopes up all evening only to have them dashed. “I’ve got AuDHD, so when people ask me what I want, I’ve answered them. Only it doesn’t seem like they actually want to know, because when I do, they accuse me of topping from the bottom.” She took a deep breath. “It’s all very confusing really, and I’m not exactly sure what people want from a sub. There doesn’t seem to be a set of rules I can follow.”

The elevator dinged as it came to rest on the lower level, and the doors opened.

Faith didn’t move forward. She raised her head, meeting Bex’s eyes head on, almost defiantly. Fuck it. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this.

Bex put a hand out to hold the door, but waved back the large, tattooed man who came to greet them. “One sec please.”

“Sure.” He took a few steps back, out of earshot, but keeping them in his eyeline.

“Look, I don’t know who you’ve met before, but they sound like arseholes. Part of negotiation is talking about what you want, what you like. That’s not topping from the bottom—and frankly, I’ve never even really understood that phrase anyway. If you want high protocol, go somewhere like the Training House. Otherwise, a sub is not a slave unless otherwise negotiated.” She shook her head in frustration, and her long hair moved about her. “So, if we decide we want to talk about… playing, well then, I will want to know all the things you want. But until then, try not to stress too much, pickle.”

“Pickle?” Faith asked.

Bex brushed a hand over her face in embarrassment. “It’s a term of endearment, I promise. Now, do you actually want to go to the Dungeon, or would you rather hit the cinema they’ve got upstairs? I’m easy either way.”

Faith realized she believed Bex. That if she changed her mind and wanted to go somewhere else, Bex would happily go along with whatever she decided. “Dungeon,” she said firmly, and stepped out and smiled up at the very large, tattooed security guard. “We’re here to visit the Dungeon.” Her voice was clear, and he smiled at her.

“Absolutely, miss. It’s just reopened now, so I think you two are the first ones in.”

Faith tried not to wriggle with excitement, as they stood before the double doors. When they swung open, a large open space was revealed. Across from them there was an area where visitors could look down into the play space where purple and amber lighting drew the onlooker’s attention to various areas including ones where Faith could see a spanking bench and a St. Andrew’s Cross.

Bex headed over to the bar, and Faith turned to join her, smiling shyly when the other woman asked what she wanted to drink. “Just a coke for me please,” she said. “I don’t drink if there’s a chance I might be playing.”

“Good girl,” said Bex, and she hadn’t said it like that, but Faith felt it deep in her core anyway. She fought for a few moments, before giving in and letting her smile blossom into a grin. Her fingers stimmed again, marking out patterns on the wood of the bar, and though Bex looked down and noticed, she didn’t tell Faith to stop. “You okay there, pickle? Not too nervous?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good. Why don’t we take our drinks and go and sit in the lounge area, over there. That way we can have a bit of chat before lots of people arrive and it gets a bit noisier.”

CHAPTER 6

Bex was suffering from the most acute case of gay panic she’d ever experienced.

If she’d thought that Faith was delicious before, in this outfit she was delectable. Bex was having to concentrate doubly hard to make sure her sentences made sense, because all she wanted to do was to spread Faith’s legs and eat her out until she gave up all her secrets.

As if voicing her desires was Faith topping from the bottom. She’d never heard anything so ridiculous in all her life. There wasn’t anything the remotest bit Domme-y about Faith.

She was fairly certain she was stubborn—there was a streak of determination in her Bex wanted to see more of—but she didn’t want to take charge of the evening. Faith was happy to let Bex lead on that.

And Bex wanted to.

They sat on the couch, and Faith jumped onto it, sitting in a way that only someone with ADHD would, and Bex swore that her skirt bounced up enough for a hint of black lace to show.

If Bex was looking.

Which she had determined not to do.

“So what do you like?” asked Faith.

“I like whatever my girl likes,” said Bex, “and I’m not just saying that. Nothing gets me off harder than seeing a sub enjoy themselves so completely. So, you’re just going to have to tell me all your deepest desires.” Her voice had deepened slightly, and she didn’t know if Faith could hear the strain in it, the desperation.

Bex didn’t know when she’d turned into a horny teenager, but it was round about from the first moment she’d laid eyes on Faith. So well put together and presentable. Bex just wanted to ruin her. Muss her all up, and have Faith gasping her pleasure out, over and over.

“Oh,” breathed Faith.




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