“We'll see you two later,” Baz told them and led Kaia away. This was the next step in repairing the damage he'd done by leaving two years ago.
Baz took Kaia to the room he'd been using, locked the door behind them, and led her to the bed. “Do you remember your safeword beautiful?”
“Hippocampus, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl. Tonight, though, since we haven't played in so long, we're going to use the stoplight system. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now strip and get on the bed. I noticed you didn't get rid of my things, you just put them in storage. Why is that?”
“I couldn't bring myself to. They were too much a part of us,” she admitted while she undressed and got on the bed.
“Oh, beautiful, I'm sorry for how much I hurt you. But I'm going to make it up to you. Starting with these,” he said, holding up the restraints that would attach to the bed. He saw the way she shuddered and knew she couldn't wait to be tied down and at his mercy.
“Lay down on your stomach, arms and legs spread,” he growled and she scrambled to do as she was told.
Baz ran his hand down her back and gently squeezed the perfect globe of one ass cheek. “Such a good girl to do as you're told.” He slid a finger down to her pussy and groaned. “And already so wet for me, too.”
He attached the restraints to her arms first, then moved down to her legs, making sure they weren’t too tight. “What color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good.” He moved to the drawer where he'd placed his toys and took out their favorite. It was a flogger he'd had made of black and green leather strips—their favorite colors. He returned to the bed and trailed the leather over her skin, causing a shiver to cascade down her back.
“I've missed that,” she breathed, arching her neck back to look up at him.
“I'll bet it's missed kissing your skin,” he replied. He started with gentle strokes to warm her up, but soon he was hitting her with force. The flogger kissed her skin from shoulders, along her back, across her luscious ass, and down the backs of her thighs, leaving trails of red in its wake.
Cathartic tears streamed down her cheeks by the time he set the flogger aside. He knew she would have some bruises, which she loved, and would be feeling it for several days.
“What color, beautiful?” he asked as he undid the restraints.
“Green,” she sniffled.
He undressed, knowing she would need skin-to-skin contact, and crawled onto the bed with her. Then he pulled her into his arms. She curled into him and he just held her. He was rock hard but he ignored his own desires because it wasn't about what he wanted.
“I want you, Baz,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? There's no rush, beautiful. This wasn't about me. It was about you and your needs.”
“I'm sure, Baz. I want to feel you inside me again. Fuck me, Sir. Please.”
“Fuck, beautiful, how do I say no to that?”
“Easy, you don't,” she said with a grin.
Baz laughed and pushed her onto her back. He leaned in and kissed her deeply then trailed kisses down her body, stopping at her breasts. “I've missed these breasts,” he groaned, taking a nipple into his mouth. He lightly bit and sucked her nipple while his hand moved to tweak the nipple of her other breast. Before he moved on, his mouth switched breasts, laving the other with the same attention.
Kaia whimpered and arched up to meet his mouth, the fingers of one hand slipping into his hair to grip it lightly the way she knew he liked.
Baz growled against her before he trailed kisses down her body, dipping his tongue into her belly button before reaching her sex. He dipped his tongue into her folds and groaned. “You taste so good, beautiful. Manna from the gods,” he said and began to devour her. He slid two fingers into her as he sucked her clit, then worked a third in and curled them to hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust.
Kaia writhed on the bed and began to beg. “Please, please, oh please Sir. I need to come.”
“Then come for me, beautiful,” he growled against her, pushing her over the edge.
Kaia came screaming his name, her nails digging into his scalp.
