He could tell by her voice something was seriously wrong. When pressed she simply said it wasn’t something she wanted to talk about. He frowned. This was not acceptable. When she got like this it could take days for her to open up about the problem. He wasn’t willing to do that any more. It was time for some changes. He rose from the couch and headed to the newly finished play room to prepare things.
She arrived home about 45 minutes later. She was angrier than he had seen her in a very long time. The way she held herself so tightly, taking extra care to close the door carefully, gently put her purse on the sideboard in the hallway. He stood with hands on his hips and waited for her to come to him. She met his gaze, hurt defiance written across her face. It was going to be a long night for his little girl.
She moved to give him a hug, and he stepped back. The look that flashed across her face nearly broke his resolve, but he had to be strong for her sake. She would torture herself for days if this cycle wasn’t ended tonight.
“Follow me,” he said in a flat voice, and turned to walk to the play room door. He didn’t look back to see if she was obeying, and he half expected her to tell him to go to hell. They were still new to this, still building the trust needed for instant obediance. Surprisingly she followed, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor. He released a deep breath. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as hard as he feared.
He held the door open for her, and waited for her to enter. She hesitated for a minute, then walked in, her head down. Whatever was bothering her was really bad. He hoped he could be as strong as she obviously needed him to be right now.
She stood in the center of the room, staring at her feet. He could see her peeking nervous glances at the fully prepared St. Andrew’s cross they had yet to use. The small table next to it adorned with his favorite flogger and her favorite vibrator, her blindfold laid across both. In the same flat voice he ordered her to strip. She did so almost mechanically, neatly folding each piece of clothing and setting it aside, unable to take her eyes off the cross.
He tied the blindfold securely about her head, unable to resist the need to place a small, soft kiss on her nose. When that didn’t elicit the usual smile he usually received his heart dropped even more. His poor baby. He had to help her break down the wall she had built to contain this hurt.
Leading her slowly to the cross he positioned her facing the wall. Not a sound from either of them as he secured her wrists and legs, making sure the leather restraints weren’t too tight but not allowing her any freedom either. He stepped back to watch her for a minute. She was stiff, head held rigid, hands grasping the chains attaching her cuffs to the wood. He would have to start slowly, warm her up so he didn’t hurt her.
The red leather flogger in his hands, he paced, his boots thudding hollowly on the wood floor. He stepped forward and gently drew the flogger over the curves of her ass, no impact, just letting the strands caress her skin. She jumped as though he had struck her. What in the hell had happened today?
Slowly, methodically, he caressed her body with the flogger. Arms, the back of neck, shoulders, back, thighs, all the way down to her feet and back up again. She started to relax slightly, pushing back into the sensation. He stepped into her, his body just close enough she could feel the his heat on her skin. “Do you remember your safe word my girl?” he whispered in her ear. She nodded. He frowned, and asked again, more firmly this time. “You will answer when you are asked a question. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered, her voice small and tight. He stepped back and swung the flogger, the strands making contact with the back of her thighs. He took his time, gradually increasing the intensity of his strikes. He worked over her entire body, spending extra time on the sweet curves of her ass. Her skin was flushed and criss crossed with dark pink stripes as she moaned and arched back into the lashes. He could see and smell the wetness of her arousal on her inner thighs.
Stepping forward again he knelt down to uncuff her legs, unable to resist a quick lick at the sweetness on her skin. She jumped and moaned loudly, pushing her ass back into his face. He pulled away, ignoring her whimpers of distress. Standing, he pinned her to the wood of the cross while he released her hands. He held her wrists in his hands while he swept his lips over the skin of her neck, soft bites and kisses making her moan and writhe even more. He moved back just enough to turn her around, then recuffed her wrists and feet swiftly.
She started to protest, then stopped abruptly when she heard the hum of her vibrator. He took his time, running it over her lips, neck, down to her lovely breasts. Teasing her nipples until they stood at aching attention, fighting the urge to take them in his mouth. This wasn’t about his pleasure tonight. He had to remember that, not matter how soft and sexy she looked standing there, wordless cries spilling from between her lips.
Moving down her body, over the soft swell of her tummy. He knew she hated that she didn’t have a flat stomach, but he loved all the soft curves of her. She was his, and she was perfect. Tracing her thighs with the vibrator, her hips rocking forward trying to capture the vibrator as he worked down her legs. Kneeling before her now, the scent of her pussy was too much for him to resist. He reached out his tongue to taste the honey glistening on her lips and thighs, wanting to bury his face in her sex and bring her to orgasm with his lips and tongue. But no. Not tonight. Another time he would tie her here and feast on her until he was satiated.
He stood, moving in close, one hand closing on the back of her neck as the other moved the vibrator to where his mouth had just been. He kissed her hard, making sure she tasted herself on him. She moaned loudly into the kiss, hips writhing on the dildo humming on her clit. He teased her, tracing her folds, just entering her before returning to the throbbing pearl at the top of her sex.
She wanted to cum. She kept moaning please into his mouth, her body shaking with need. But he wasn’t close to done with her. Edging was going to take time, she needed to soften those mental barriers she had come home with. So he teased. He tortured. He lost track of how many times he denied her orgasm. Finally it was time. He moved the vibrator to her clit and held it there as he took off her blindfold, quickly capturing her chin to force her eyes to lock with his.
She shattered. Her entire body, pinned to the cross at wrists and ankles, arched and froze as the pleasure swept through her, screaming his name and yes and please and more. And then the wall broke and the tears started. She sagged. He dropped the vibrator, holding her limp body with his as he freed her from her restraints. Lifting her, crossing the room to the couch, sitting with her tucked in his lap, wrapping her in blankets as she screamed and sobbed, her body shaking in his tight embrace. He rocked her wordlessly, tears of his own dripping down to dampen her hair.
He let her cry. She was safe in his arms and soon she would tell him what had happened. For now this was enough.