This is a safe space, Brie reminded herself.
“As you know, I plan to use the sex swing tonight, but I am open to doing something different if you prefer.”
She smiled, appreciating his offer. “No, Baron. I’m looking forward to it. Truly.”
Baron nodded. “You’re in charge tonight. However, if there comes a point when I feel we should stop, I will end our session myself.”
Brie placed her hand on his. “I trust you.”
“I value that more than you know, kitten.”
She gazed at him with a heart full of gratitude. “You’ve been supportive of me from our very first scene together at the Training Center. And you came to my rescue when I was at the Kinky Goat. You have earned my trust many times over, Baron.”
He gently cupped her chin with his large hand. “I want you to lean into that trust tonight.”
When Baron pressed his full lips against her mouth, Brie closed her eyes, drawing strength from his gentle kiss.
Pulling away, he commanded, “Strip for me, kitten. I leave it up to you how much you take off.”
Baron’s decision allowing her to choose how much skin she wanted to bare certainly created a different dynamic for Brie. However, she was determined to match the same level of submission she’d experienced her first time scening with him.
As she stripped, Brie purposely kept her gaze on him while she slowly removed each piece of clothing. She knew that the process of undressing was an important part of a scene—but tonight, that was doubly true.
For Brie, this was her declaration of freedom from Holloway and the damage he had inflicted on her.
“Beautiful,” Baron murmured when she stood before him completely naked.
Brie lowered her eyes, smiling inside and out. “Thank you, Baron.”
“Do you consent?” he asked in a husky voice, nodding toward the dark purple swing with gold hand-and-foot holds hanging in the air.
“I do, Baron. Very much so.”
Lifting her off the ground, Baron carried her in his muscular arms to the swing. Before placing her in it, he looked down at her intently. She could see his concern for her in his hazel eyes.
Kissing her again, Baron infused her with his masculine energy.
Setting Brie into the swing, he helped guide her feet into the hanging stirrups while she grabbed the hand supports. Having her legs spread and her pussy splayed definitely made her feel exposed and vulnerable, but she wanted to relive the full experience of their first scene.
She was caught off guard the moment Baron let go and she started to swing in midair. Brie suddenly panicked. She felt completely out of control as she swayed above the ground, and she struggled in the harness.
Whimpering in fear, she cried out for Baron.
“Shh…” he replied calmly, immediately returning to her and holding the swing still. Even though her heart was still racing, Brie was comforted by his presence and began to relax.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The swing is definitely a trigger for me,” she admitted. “Swaying helplessly in midair intensifies feeling out of control for me. But…” She looked up at him in surprise. “…I think it was the separation from you that set it off. As soon as you let go, I was completely unraveled.”
It was something of a relief to Brie. She was happy it wasn’t submitting to Baron that she feared, but the loss of connection with him.
“I have a solution for that,” he stated confidently. “I want you to kiss me as I let go of the swing.”
Brie nodded even though she felt fearful butterflies in her stomach. When Baron let go and she started to swing weightlessly in the air, she lifted her head. The instant their lips connected, she felt grounded again.
“Yes…” she murmured when he broke the kiss.
“Whenever you need that connection, I want you to kiss me.”