Page 36 of Dance for Me
When you call me good girl and clever girl. Oh yeah, they were the kickers all right. The words that had her body trembling to obey, needing to hear those words of praise so she felt good and she felt clever, just like he said she was.
“Seeing as your current limits list isn’t an accurate representation of your likes and dislikes, we’ll attend to that tomorrow night before we begin playing. I need to know how you truly feel about several activities, little one, because I’m going to ask you to try a lot of different and exciting things. Do you know about safewords?”
She nodded slowly. “Red stops a scene immediately, yellow hits the pause button. Green means I’m okay and want to keep going.”
“Exactly right. The traffic light system works well in the club atmosphere because the monitors are listening for it. If they hear red or yellow, they’ll step in if the Dominant leading the scene ignores the safeword. No one does that in my club more than once—one strike and they’re out on their ass.” So saying, Braun maneuvered her like a ragdoll until she sprawled over the top of his body instead of tucked into his side. He adjusted the blanket until she was covered, only her feet poking out at the bottom, then slipped his hands beneath the material. “I always respect a safeword, little one, no matter what. There’s no excuse for disregarding a sub's safety net.”
Bodie gulped.
“I’m going to touch you, all over, front and back. I want to find out where all the sneaky erogenous zones are hiding, maybe exploit them a bit. When you get wet—and you will—I want you to safeword if you feel any hint of unease. Can you do that for me?”
Shit, she shouldn’t have told him any of that. He was using it to torture her. Being on top of him already had her off-kilter—it was a very intimate position when she was only in her underwear. And it wasn’t even sexy underwear. What if he wanted to look at her? “Yes, Sir. I’ll try.”
“That’s my good girl.” Rough palms smoothed over her shoulders, clever fingers finding the knots in her muscles. “All this soft, soft skin covering up so much tension. We’ll work out all these bumps, little one.”
Holy Mother of God. Bodie moaned tremulously, skin singing under his touch. He really did have the most magical hands. Pockets of pressure popped with sharp bursts of pain. The relief it brought outweighed any discomfort.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
“That’s it, there’s my girl. Just relax.” Those wonderful hands changed direction, skimming down her sides, over her ribs to her hips, then back up to rub slow, leisurely circles over her shoulders again. Firm pressure stroked down either side of her spine, fingers sticking to the contours of her body, all the way down to her butt. “I love this body, Bodie. Fits to mine just right.”
If by just right, he meant she was flush against him from breasts to crotch, he was on the money. Her skin liked the friction of his clothes scratching lightly over her, making everything sensitive and tingly. Under the guidance, she went limp.
“Fast learner,” he said approvingly with another slow pass of his hands down her back. “There’ll be times when this is as complex as submission gets, little one. When all I’ll ask of you is to trust me and relax, just this way.” He cupped her ass, kneading the flesh as she squirmed in mild protest. “Other times, my demands will be more taxing. I’ll ask you to surrender everything, Boadicea. When I claim a subbie, I take all of her.”
That sounded ominous. Before she could ask him to clarify that, his fingers parted her cheeks and a single threatening fingertip tapped on her bottom hole. A sharp squeak ripped from her throat as she hunched and clenched her ass. “No! Absolutely no fucking way!”
The crack of his hand on her bucking butt stilled her physical protests, the pain fleeting before warmth took its place and her insides sort of melted.
“Ass, mouth, and pussy are all mine.” Holy hell, he was using his patented Dom voice. The dark tone only added to the wetness just inches from his fingertips, turning the ache in her belly into a pulsing throb. “And mind your tongue, little one. I’m not adverse to profanity when warranted, but I won’t hesitate to paddle your backside if you curse me out or swear in a scene.”
“Damn right I’ll curse you out if you touch there again!”
“Then you’ll have a very red, very sore bottom to keep the anal plug I shove up your ass company. Punishment comes in many forms, little one; I like to use them all so naughty subbies stay on their best behavior.” He gave her cheeks a small pat, then gripped her hips. “Roll over, Boadicea.”
“Not on your life!”
He levelled her with a look, his eyebrow arching and giving him a devilish edge. Not that he needed an edge; he was potent enough. “Now, please.”
Yellow was on her tip of her tongue for all the wrong reasons.
You promised him you’d try, a mocking voice in her head sang. This isn’t trying, is it? This is succeeding at being what you’ve always been: a coward.
Rigid from head to toe, Bodie bit down on her tongue and fisted her hands. She was grateful for Braun’s help as she twisted around on top of him until her back laid on his chest, her legs straight between the vee of his. She jerked when his arms hugged around her waist, breath hitching uncertainly.
Her safety blanket tangled around her, baring skin.
Stubble scraped featherlight over her shoulder, followed by the sweet touch of his lips. “Not everything is what we expect, Bodie. The biggest demand I’ll make of you tonight is that you trust me. Give yourself into my hands and trust me to take care of you.”
Relax. Breathe. Don’t freak out again, for the love of all that’s holy.
“Good girl, that’s the way. Just relax and let me hold you, okay? Tomorrow’s soon enough to start confusing this tired brain with rules.” Braun boosted himself up the couch a bit more, releasing an arm to aid himself.
Bodie clung to the other one as his body rocked under her, a tiny lost boat on a dangerous sea, completely baffled as to what she should do. Muscles bunched and flexed beneath her, indicating the sheer power of the man, and she wondered if she’d finally lost her mind and bitten off more than she could chew.
When he was comfortable, she found herself tucked into him again, more on her side than her back, and his hands were just as attentive as before. Soothing, calming ragged nerves until she finally sagged onto him.
“You’re not touching my butt,” she murmured, firing one last stubborn shot.