Fuck.
I swallow.
“In the middle of the bed. On your knees, facing away from me.”
She nods, and Amick moves to the edge, holding her hand as he helps her up. Once she’s situated, he dips his head at me and steps somewhere behind me.
I’d smack him if he tried to help me up there.
My body crowds behind hers, and my hands trace down her arms.
“This is the only time I’m calling my power up,” I tell her as I grip her wrists.
“Okay,” she mumbles breathily.
I raise her arms and allow my Chaos to flow free.
Chains link themselves around her wrist, then stretch around the beams that hold up her canopy. The second they’re in place, she pulls against them.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
“Yes. That’s perfect.”
I hum and stare down at my hands.
In my palms, a small whip forms and I trace my fingers down the material. The handle is sturdy, wrapped in leather, but the actual rope is a smooth suede. The last thing I want to do is break her skin.
“Okay, angel, I’m going to—”
“Four,” she says, cutting me off. “I only want you to whip me four times.”
Her spine moves with her heavy breaths.
“Okay.”
I lean forward, laying my lips across her back. Each scar, old or newer, I kiss.
“Are you ready?” I whisper into her neck.
“Yes.”
I flick my wrists as soon as she says the word and hold my breath as she gasps and freezes.
A small, short, little, red mark immediately blooms to life on her right ass cheek, and I bend down, doing exactly as I promised her I would. My tongue heats from her skin.
“Was that okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t think so, Thayla. Your words.”
“Yes, that was okay. Better than okay.”
Something uncoils a touch in my chest, and I flip the whip over until I’m gripping where the rope of suede meets the leather. She jumps the smallest bit as I run the handle between her thighs.
I don’t immediately go to her pussy, but around it. Just enough to get her used to the feeling.
The second it finally does touch her, the chains rattle from her tremble.
