Matt’s breath caught as Kate stepped into the room, her naked breasts swaying as she walked. He was glad he’d given the staff the week off to leave them privacy, but he hadn’t told Kate that yet.
“Good. Now, stand in front of me.”
She walked toward him, then stopped a few feet in front of the armchair he sat in. He stood up. Then he stared at her breasts. Round, creamy, soft. As he watched, her nipples went from slightly hard to jutting straight forward, the aureoles pebbling. He longed to lean forward and take one into his mouth, then savor it as he stroked it with his tongue. Then he’d suck, slowly at first, then long and hard until she moaned in delight.
But that’s not what this session was about. He wouldn’t actually touch her this evening.
Slowly, he moved around her, scrutinizing her body. The contrast of her white skin with the black leather was seductive. The corset made her already small waist appear even smaller. The high cut of the thong paired with the extremely high, slender heels accentuated her long, shapely legs. And her ass, so round and firm, was completely exposed.
“Do you like me looking at you?”
She hesitated, and he knew she probably found it unnerving, because as beautiful as she was, she had doubts about her body and didn’t like it being scrutinized too closely.
“Well?” he prompted.
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
He suppressed a smile. Her desire to be touched was warring with her discomfort at being examined.
“Go and get the riding crop sitting on the table by the window.”
She glanced around, then walked to the window and returned with the black leather stick and handed it to him. He took the handle and walked around her. He dragged the end of the crop over her shoulder, then down her arm. He glided it over her waist, then back up to brush the undersides of her breasts. She stood perfectly still, but he could sense a change in her breathing.
He walked behind her, and stroked her round ass with the stick. Then he drew it back and smacked it across her left cheek. Very lightly, but he knew it would smart a little. She gasped and the skin reddened a little.
“A good sub wants to please her Master at all times. That means, she likes what he likes. If he enjoys examining her body, she learns to enjoy it, too, because a Master’s greatest pleasure is his sub enjoying his attention, and vice versa. Do you understand?”
He could tell she was a little confused. The truth was, he knew she enjoyed his looking at her; she simply had to push past her uncertainty. A good Master knew what his sub liked and would only push her when he knew it would enhance her pleasure.
He walked in front of her and was taken aback at the deep anxiety in her eyes.
“Kate, what’s wrong?”
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She stared at the floor, but he could feel the tension in her. “Nothing, Sir.”
He tucked his hand under her chin and gently lifted her head until she was looking at him.
“Kate, step out of the role for a minute. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I don’t like the crop.” Her voice was tight with tension.
“Okay, we’ll put it away.” He walked to the fireplace and put it down on the mantel, then turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, in a coaxing, encouraging tone as he walked back to her.
“I … didn’t want you to think I don’t trust you. I do, but…”
Damn, he was such a fool. “The whipping. I’m sorry, Kate. But remember that you can step out of the role anytime you want. You have control in these scenarios. Just like in the past, use your safe word.”
Her face visibly relaxed.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded. “Triangle.”
“Good.” He smiled at her, then stroked her cheek and leaned in for a tender kiss.
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