She’s soft and warm in my arms as she grinds her pussy against me.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
The sentiment a chant on repeat in my head as I whisper the words against her skin, kissing every inch of her exposed flesh.
“Okay, now I’m kind of wishing there was a bed,” she says as I nibble at the skin where her neck meets her shoulder.
“If I’m going to make love to you, I want to have somewhere I can spread you out and worship your body,” I agree.
“I don’t care where we have to go, I want that,” she whines.
An idea pops into my head, images of me leading her around the club on a collar, claiming her in front of everyone, but I shove it down, not sure if she’s ready for that.
I gently set her back on her feet, and she whimpers in protest. Moving over to the lounger, I pull it to the center of the room, motioning for her to join me.
She pushes off the door and walks toward me slowly, her hips swaying with every step. My cock hardens in my pants from her obedience.
“Permission to speak,” she says.
“Emma, we’re not in a scene right now. You can speak freely.” I cup her cheek, stroking my thumb along her cheekbone.
“What if I want to be in a scene? What if I want to be your sub right now?” She sounds nervous as she looks up at me for approval. “I want you to treat me the way you would anyone else you bring here. I want you to… I need you to reclaim me.”
I search her eyes, wanting to be sure I’m understanding what she’s asking.
“When I was having nightmares, you helped me. Every time I closed my eyes, the monster in my dreams came after me, and you healed that. The way you touched me before, when I had my nightmares, that’s what I want right now. I want you to put your hands on my body, reclaim me, make me think of your touch there and not his.”
Not Jeremy’s, she means.
I want to give her exactly what she’s asking for, but part of me worries about triggering her trauma. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I wouldn’t have given her request a second thought before, so why am I hesitating now?
Because I love her. Because she’s not some random sub. Her reaction, her mental health actually matters to me now.
I grab her hand and guide her over to the tall end of the lounger, running a hand up her spine to push her down onto the curve. I waste no time pulling down her skirt and panties as I kneel behind her. Running my hands up the backs of her legs, I start at her ankle and pause when I get to her knees as images of Jeremy kneeling behind her flood my brain. Without even realizing it, I’ve put her in nearly the same position he had her in and I hesitate, worried about her reaction.
I want to erase every memory of him here from her brain and replace it with me. How good I can make her feel. How good we are together. Slowly, I continue running a single finger up the back of her thigh, the one he held a knife to. When I get to the exact spot, I press a kiss to it, swiping my tongue over the area as delicately as I can.
A soft moan escapes her lips as I continue worshipping her upper thigh, but after a few minutes, I can feel her frustration.
“I’m not fragile, John.”
My head pops up. “I know you’re not.”
“Then why are you treating me like I’m going to break? Daddy Dom would have tied me to that cross and claimed every inch of my skin. He wouldn’t treat me like a breakabledoll. I need that beast to come out to play. Touch me. Touch me like you did the first time you saw me in here. Spank me. Be rough with me. I need your bite to replace the memory of him. When your hand smacks my thigh, I want that pain to remind me of you, and only you.”
Fuck, that does something to me, and I sink my teeth into her. “Do you want to please me, pet? Are you going to be good for your professor? Be my good little teacher’s pet?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Don’t move an inch or you’ll be punished.” I walk over to the cabinets on the other side of the room and start pulling out toys: a riding crop, a flogger, and a whip, along with a slender vibrator. When I walk back over to her, I crack the whip and she flinches slightly.
“You know your safe word still applies. Do you need to use it?”
“No, sir.”
“It’s important to me that you’re completely comfortable. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. The loud crack just surprised me.” She closes her eyes and lets out a breath.
