Page 33 of Hurts So Good
I had to make it look like I’d done this a million times, but for some reason, my sixth sense was telling me that Ari knew that was a bunch of bull.
“Step forward a bit more, Tru, and rest your chin right here on this soft, silicone part in the middle. That way, your mask will stay on, but you’ll still enjoy the rest.” Fighting my reluctance, I put my chin where she’d pointed. “May I have your other wrist, please?”
A soft, knowing grin crossed her face. My own body was giving me away. Dammit—but I handed her my wrist and tried to stop thinking. She quickly trussed it up like my first, and then I was really stuck.
Heat. A woodsy scent accompanied by a sudden rush of heat was behind me. Ronin.
“You may move, but only if the full front of your body stays in contact with the cross. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes, what?”
Fuck. “Yes. Sir.”
“That’s better.” Hands, warm hands landed on my bare shoulders and made their way down my body. “Do I have your consent to begin, Tru.”
“Yes.” Ronin cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“And do you have your safeword ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Geez-us…Ronin was a bit too good at this.
Ari’s fingers threaded through mine. “I’ve got you, Tru. Do you fall into subspace slowly, or is it more of a quick thing for you?”
Subspace…I knew the damn definition, but I had no idea what the answer was to Ari’s question.
“With this particular type of play…” Ronin began.
Thank god.
“I’m not sure. Tru usually drops fairly fast, but we’ll see if that holds since she’s not experienced this type of predicament, bondage on a cross. We’ve been purely spankos up until tonight.”
“Oh, that makes sense with why you seem so unsure, Tru. Why didn’t you say so?” Ari said with a genuine smile.
“Well, I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
Ari giggled, a fake-as-hell giggle. Okay, that was a new emotion from her. She’d been so real with me up until now. “That totally tracks.” Ari pulled my wrists forward as if to hold me in place. “And I’m sure you’re going to love it.”
CHAPTER SIX
Corbin
Standing back behind Ronin, I had to admit the man had skills. His florentine figure eight pattern was perfect, but the first strike on Tru’s unmarred flesh was beautiful. Her body flexed as a soft moan escaped her lips.
That was the sexiest sound I’d heard in a while.
“You’re doing beautifully,” Ronin told Tru and struck her again with the soft thud of the leather.
A stronger reaction this time. Oh, she was going to be so much fun to play with…but later. Now, I had to focus.
Thud, smack, whip. Thud, smack, whip repeated over and over as Tru’s body became more supple and pliant.
“Tru…” Ari said. “You’re doing amazing. How are you feeling?”
“So…” Thud, smack, whip. “Good. Oh, god…yes. More.” Her voice now held a husky whiskey-worn sound to it.