Part 9 (1/2)
At Deacon's grat.i.tude toward his fellow Dom, Bethany finally placed the voice from earlier. Her cheeks pinkened. Just her luck, Deacon would plan her first visit for the exact same time their bartender happened to be there. It made her wonder if Mistress Annie was someone she knew. Living in a small town, where most everyone knew everybody else, she could only think of two 'Annies' with one being only twelve, that left their local librarian. Unease pooled in her stomach at the thought of shy Annie Levitson actually being a Domme. While not a close friend, the librarian was normally a person that Bethany saw at least once a week when she visited their local library.
Through the fan of her lashes, she scanned the surrounding area and prayed that she wouldn't see the diminutive woman who more than once had checked her out. Relief surged through her. Maybe she'd just have to deal with Tim being the only witness to her submission. And despite her unease, fresh desire consumed her s.e.x. She needed Deacon's touch. It had been too long.
”Straddle the horse, little one. I want you face down with that a.s.s in the air.” Deacon's voice broke through her conflicting thoughts. Her head jerked up in surprise, and she focused on the padded saw horse/bench in front of her. Dark leather, accented by silver rivets, it seemed almost innocent in its construction, if one discounted the heavy-duty rings attached to each leg. Each was positioned at the perfect height to aid in restraining a sub.
She rubbed her suddenly damp palms on her thighs. ”Yes, Sir.”
Deacon waited impatiently for Bethany to obey, reminding himself not to push. She approached the padded sawhorse with hesitant steps. He couldn't wait to see her straddling the bench, with an arm and leg on either side and bound to it. He would make certain the leads on the arm restraints were shortened to the proper length, to keep her tipped forward with that delightful a.s.s high in the air.
He crossed his arms over his chest as she awkwardly flung a leg over the horse and used the small footrests on either side to balance her weight. She fumbled a bit before grabbing at the horse, her balance off kilter.
”Sir?”
The uncertainty in her tone, as she struggled with how to actually do as he asked, drove him crazy. She was trying - even though she wasn't entirely sure how to accomplish his request. ”Yes, little one.”
Her fingers dug into the leather. ”I need...can you help me, Sir?”
His heart melted in her timid request. It was the first time she openly acknowledged her need for him in public. ”With what?”
Her cheeks reddened again. ”I want to do as you have ordered, but I'm scared I'm gonna fall on my face, Sir...”
Moving to the horse, he held out one hand, allowing her to balance herself against his arm. She gave him a grateful smile and quickly arranged her body in the position he requested. ”Thank you, Sir.”
”You're welcome.” He crouched down next to where her cheek rested on the black leather. ”What is your safeword?”
She gave a soft sigh before the word pa.s.sed her lips. ”Red, Sir.”
He nodded as he began securing her arms to the horse. ”You will use it if this becomes too much. Or yellow if you need me to ease off.”
”Of course, Sir.” Her breath came faster. It seemed his little sub was getting off on the idea of being bound in public.
After checking the tightness of the wrist restraints, he moved to her legs. ”Straighten them, little one. I want your a.s.s in the air, but don't lock your knees.”
She obeyed, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning. The beautiful swell of her bottom had both his palms itching. Whether it was for the kiss of the flogger or the calloused touch of his hand, her a.s.s begged to be used and use it he would. But in a way, he was sure his little Bethany would never expect. He had a surprise for her. The little black remote in his pocket a.s.sured him of that.
It took less than a minute to secure both of her ankles, then he shoved a u-shaped wedge under her stomach to help her keep her a.s.s in the air. Eventually he would test her control by flogging her without it, but for now it would keep her a.s.s where he wanted it while keeping her wet little p.u.s.s.y from rubbing against the leather. She got off when he said, not before.
”d.a.m.n, if that isn't hot.” Tim rested his shoulder against one of the support beams, taking in Deacon's handiwork. ”You think she'll fly?”
”Like an eagle.” Deacon a.s.sured his friend and protege. ”She loves the kiss of leather against her skin, and having you pervs watch will send her even higher. Just watch.”
Then Deacon retrieved the flogger he'd used on Bethany in Puerto Rico. After a few warm up swings, he approached the bench. ”What level are you at, little one?”
”Green, Sir.” Her voice was clear and concise.
”Good. But before we can get to playing, I believe I have a punishment to dole out. Why are you being punished, Bethany?”
”Because I disobeyed a direct order, Sir.” She turned her head to look at him. ”You asked me to show you my p.u.s.s.y - and I refused.”
Deacon arched a brow at her. ”You did something worse than refuse, didn't you?”
Her gaze darted from him to Tim and then back. ”Yes, Sir.”
He nodded. ”Tell Master Tim what you did.”
She bit her lip, but kept her eyes on him as she explained. ”I teased you, Sir. Opening my thighs just enough to get you hot and bothered, but not enough to show you what you wanted.”
”And why did you do that?” Tim asked softly. ”Especially when you know how strict your master is?”
She looked away from Deacon to focus on Tim, her cheeks bright red.
”Answer him, Bethany.” Deacon was curious himself. ”Or risk the punishment being twice as bad.”
Her eyes darted back to him. ”Because he shoved an a.n.a.l plug up my a.s.s.”
”Then you're going to hate this.” Deacon reached into his pocket and flipped on the remote to the plug.
”Son of a....Sir!” Bethany bucked for a minute as the plug began to vibrate inside her. Not wanting to bring her off - at least not just yet, he counted to five then flipped the switch off.
”You're an a.s.shole, Sir.” Bethany panted.
”She's just now realizing this?” Tim shook his head.
”Obviously.” He tossed the remote to Tim. ”Have fun.”
Tim caught the device. ”Are you sure?”
Deacon nodded. ”Just don't bring her off until I say so.”
”Sir?” Bethany groaned, as Tim flicked on the plug again, then shut it off.
His friend shrugged. ”I was just checking out the controls.”
He shook his head and turned back to the bound woman in front of them. She was looking at Tim with dread. Realizing she needed rea.s.surance, he crouched down next to her. ”Do you trust me to not push you past your limits, Bethany?”
”Yes, Sir.” Her answer was anything but hesitant. ”Even if you are an a.s.shole.”
He chuckled. ”That I am.” He straightened. ”And this a.s.shole needs to punish his sub. For your earlier disobedience, you'll receive five strokes.” He stepped back and gazed at his target her lush a.s.s. ”Count off.”
The first impact of leather against her skin made a soft popping noise, followed by Bethany's voice strong and sure as she gave him the count. ”One, Sir.”
Aiming the flogger as a slightly different angle, he laid the lashes a half inch lower than the first hit. Bright red, the welt was nearly perfect in its s.p.a.cing from the first.
”Two, Sir.”