Page 101 of Dance for Me
She gave him a contented purr. “No, Sir. Not anymore.”
Fingertips ran along the edge of her sweats, teasing her skin before sliding under the elasticated waistband and pushing the material over her hips. All the way to her knees. She moved as and when Braun directed so he could remove them completely, along with her lone sneaker, without putting too much pressure on her broken leg. When a rough palm cupped her butt, she realized her panties had gone for a ride with the sweatpants.
Oh well.
Cool strands of leather trailed over her cheeks, taking the place of his hand. She flinched as they snapped lightly over her flesh, barely kissing her skin, and her hands jerked.
Panic flashed, hot and keen, when neither her hands nor arms obeyed the command to move. Because they couldn’t. Her breath whistled in sharply as the strands landed again, just as lightly. She felt not even the slightest nip of pain, but her brain screamed warnings.
Eyes wide, she sought Braun, and couldn’t find him.
“Still right here, little one,” he said from behind her. “I wondered when you’d react. A little delayed, but this is good, Bodie. This is where you trust me.” The strips of leather flicked gently at her ribs, her waist, her thighs, as Braun circled her. Constantly rousing the fire beneath her skin as she struggled with the restraints. “Take a deep breath, Boadicea. Look into my eyes.”
Helpless, she did as instructed.
“Good girl. You’re not in danger, little one. I won’t let anything harm you. Forget the restriction. You are safe. I am the rope. Everywhere it touches you, it’s my hands on your skin.” He continued to walk around her, the flogger in his grasp licking here and there. “Deep breath, Bodie; don’t make me remind you again.” A short, sharp snap of connection followed by heat.
Finally, she breathed. Panic ebbed and washed away on the tide of his voice, the increasing prickle of warmth where the flogger's tail struck. Her muscles trembled, eager to feel the growing sting. Her moan was long and heartfelt as her good leg went limp and her arms took the brunt of her weight.
“Those ropes are my arms, little one, hugging you tight. They’re holding you up, keeping you safe. Relax into them. Relax into me.” The gentle strikes stopped, and Braun’s hand slipped between her thighs from behind, fingers delving into the slickness with ease. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.” He ceased probing her desperate pussy, and she whimpered. “Patience, Bodie. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Trusting him to keep his word—bad things would happen if he didn’t—Bodie roused herself long enough to straighten her good leg. She managed, barely, and the bittersweet ache in her shoulders faded.
“Any pain, discomfort?” Braun murmured in her ear, close enough for his breath to caress the shell.
“Nuh-uh.”
“Proper words, Boadicea.”
“N-No, Sir, no pain.”
His lips pressed to the sensitive spot beneath her ear as a reward before he stepped back and unleashed the strands across her butt. Significantly harder this time, bringing her up onto her toes as leather bit into her flesh.
Around and around he went, lighting up her senses with stroke after stroke. Liquid heat leaked down her thighs, her pussy contracting on emptiness with every lash. Heat and pain and arousal swirled, dancing to the same tempo as the flogger, until the need to orgasm was greater than her desire to breathe.
Braun left no inch of her unscathed. From shoulders to knees, he beat fire into her flesh. The fronds pattered heavily over her skin, thudding into her muscles like hail. Over and over, a crazy waltz gone rogue.
Bodie sensed herself lift, lighter than air.
Pain became a distant friend. Arousal, the thermal beneath her. Raising her up, up, up until all that existed was freedom and him.
His voice. His touch extended through the stinging fingers of the flogger. His scent rising with her into oblivion.
She hit the peak, suspended for glorious seconds at the pinnacle of bliss, then swirled back down to reality. A feather, drifting from the heavens. Settling back into reality with the gentlest bump of awakening.
“Back with me, little one?”
Faces and furnishings blurred into being as her eyes fluttered open. Braun’s bare chest pressed against her back, pumping heat into heat. Her arms were still over her head, her upper body snugged firmly in the snare of rope and his strong arms. “Is that you, Master Braun, or God?”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating pleasantly into her aching muscles. “Your quick wit’s certainly thriving, Bodie, but you’re slurring your words. Still flying high, aren’t you?”
Her eyes rolled drowsily. “Maybe.”
“Fancy going up again, taking me with you this time?”
Her distressingly empty pussy perked right up, salivating at the thought of what he implied. Wait, he was suggesting sex, right? The fried synapses in her dopey brain struggled to recover. Her mouth moved of its own volition, taking charge and speaking for her body as a whole. “Please, Sir, fuck me.”
The cradle of his arms loosened, fell away. The sound of a zipper drawing down was quite possibly the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. “Can’t deny such a polite request, Bodie. This is what good girls get when they don’t sass their Doms.”