Craig came out of the bathroom wearing black leather pants and a black leather vest with black snakeskin cowboy boots. He made her mouth water. Now that their relationship had changed, she was anxious for more.
Chapter Seven
Craig came out of the bathroom and took one long look at Rachel. She was gorgeous. He couldn’t believe that she was his, at least for now. He was going to work on making that permanent.
Grabbing her hand, he said, “You took longer than your ten minutes. Come on, the others are waiting on us.”
Rachel hadn’t really paid attention to the time and wasn’t surprised she had taken longer. Maybe she had even done it subconsciously, wanting a punishment. Now that she was playing again, her body seemed to crave it. She was a little anxious about her reactions though, not sure how she would respond.
They found Sadie and the guys at the bar, and Rachel had a water with everyone else. She didn’t drink anymore, and playing after a drink in any situation was not a good idea. The Dom especially needed a clear head, and most people rarely drank before playing.
The club was quiet for a Saturday night, but this was the rare weekend when no demos were planned and there were just a few regulars playing. Several people she knew came up and spoke with the group, glad to see Rachel in clubwear and ready to play again. She was in the club almost every night with Craig while he was bartending, but usually in jeans and a shirt, not clubwear.
Sadie and her men went off to play. She was worried about the baby, and her men wanted to get her out of her head. “Good luck with that,” Rachel thought, knowing that a mother would never get so far out of her head that she no longer worried about her children.
Craig came over to Rachel and, slipping one arm around her waist, said, “Come on, time for us to play.”
Smiling up at him, she slid off the stool, and reaching up, brushed his lips with hers. “Thank you, Master. I’m ready.” And she was.
Still holding her tightly around the waist to his side, he asked her, “Do you want to play in one of the public alcoves or go into a private room?” He wasn’t sure if she was ready to go back into one of the rooms or not.
Rachel thought a minute and answered. “One of the rooms. I trust you not to push me too hard.”
He turned her to him and locked his lips to hers, softly saying “thank you” as he kissed her.
He took her down the hall to the private room, and they found one that was open. Luckily it wasn’t the same one she had been in when the wannabe Doms attacked her.
Most of the rooms were furnished the same, but this one was different. It only had a bed with restraints attached to the frame and something new Dave had found, a framed spanking bench.
Once they got in the room, Craig turned to Rachel and commanded, “Strip.”
Rachel quickly complied and dropped to her knees, head down.
“Good girl, you remember.” Craig praised her. “Stand now and let’s see what else you remember.”
She quickly rose to her feet and stood, legs spread shoulder-width apart, arms at her side.
“Good girl, do you remember your safe words?” Most of the club used the stop light system for safe words. Having a standardized system made it easy for the Doms to deal with different subs and not have to remember all their different safe words.
“Yes, Master. Green for ‘I’m good, continue,’ yellow for ‘slow down’ or ‘I need to ask a question or take a break,’ and red for ‘stop, I’m done for now.’”
Running one hand over her back, Craig walked around her, looking her up and down. He reached out and pinched a nipple, and she barely moved. “Very nice.” He again praised her.
“Punishment pose over the bed,” he ordered.
Rachel lay on the bed, her legs hanging off, with just her upper torso touching. She felt Craig walk up behind her, and he gently smoothed one hand down her bare back and over her ass cheeks. Slipping two fingers inside her crack to her pussy, he asked, “Can you give me a color, baby? How are you doing?” He was determined not to overwhelm her in her first session.
“Green, Master, very green,” she answered, proud of herself.
“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. You are very wet, I can tell you are enjoying this,” he told her as he licked down her back to her crack. “First, I owe you a punishment. Then I think we will play a while,” he told her, talking against her skin.
He slapped her ass once then went to the toy closet. He took several things out, but she couldn’t see from the position she was in. Laying his items on the bed, he took a small paddle and showed it to her. “I will give you ten with this. I want you to count, and if you need a break, tell me. I don’t want you holding back. This is for both of us.”
“Yes, Master,” she answered, taking a relaxing deep breath. “I can do this,” she thought.
Craig walked around her, and rubbing both ass cheeks, hauled back and smacked her a good one.
“Ohhh! One, Master.” Rachel gave a little scream at the shock of it. She had forgotten how bad it could hurt, and Craig hadn’t given her any warm up or warning.