I step back and look at her for a moment.Her breathing is steady, but I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitch, needing to touch.
"You missed me," I say, not a question.
"Yes, Sir."
I pick up the flogger and drag it across her upper thighs, watching goosebumps rise in its wake.
"Good.Because I missed you, too.What is your color?"
“Green.”
With that, I begin lightly, letting her body remember me.The rhythm is slow, sensual, more caress than strike.Her skin warms beneath each pass, with pink blossoming on her shoulders and the curve of her ass.
"You're stunning like this," I murmur."Bound.Open.Trusting."
She shivers, a low moan slipping from her lips.
I increase the intensity, alternating between leather and the sting of a thin crop.She writhes, her body dancing for me in the restraints.Each sound she makes sends heat straight through me.I test her limits, watching her closely, reading her reactions.Her safe word stays buried, her breathing rough but steady.
I move in front of her, pressing close.My hand slips between her legs.
"Dripping.Just from a few strokes.My perfect little submissive."
She gasps when my fingers tease her folds, but I don't let her come.Not yet.
I return to the flogger, her muscles trembling now, her cries breaking the silence like music.I graze my fingers over the welts blooming along her skin.Each one a mark of trust.A signature.
"You take it so well," I whisper, kissing her shoulder."So damn well."
When I feel her reaching that edge, teetering, I stop.Set the flogger down.Step closer.
"You need to come, sweetheart?"
"Please, Sir."
I free one of her wrists and guide her hand between her legs.She's soaked.Perfect.
"Come for me.Now."
She shatters, her scream muffled against her arm.I hold her steady, grounding her, whispering praise in her ear.When I release the other cuff, she slumps forward, boneless.
Catching her before she falls, I carry her to the padded lounge in the corner.I wrap her in the blanket I brought from home, the one that smells like me, and pull her into my lap.
She curls against me as if she were made for it.Her breathing evens out as I run my fingers through her hair.
"You, okay?"I ask, checking in on her.
She nods, voice small."So good."
We sit in silence for a while.I've missed this.Not just the sex.Not just the dominance.But this.Holding her.The quiet after.This wasn't about me tonight.This was about her.The trust she gave me was better than any orgasm I could have received.
Her fingers trace circles on my chest.
"I start some new hours at work this week."
I nod, trying to keep my face neutral."You'll be busy."
"Yeah.It's just for a few weeks while the owner goes on vacation, so I'll only really be able to come here on weekends."
