Never turn your back on her when she’s bound. Always keep your eyes on her.
Never let anyone else touch her unless it’s an emergency and they’re trying to help you get her free.
He patted his back pockets again, felt the Leatherman tool and the paramedic scissors. He’d clip them to his belt when they started playing.
Leah emerged from the bathroom, and this time he remembered to extend his hand to her. She took it without hesitation, pressing her lips to his flesh.
“Thank you, Sir,” she softly said.
He led her back to Tony to talk. In a few minutes, it was their turn.
Kaden had told Seth he wouldn’t make him memorize all the lines, that he would eventually learn them over time and come up with his own routine for her.
But Seth wanted to do this for her as well as he could. He wanted this to be as right for her as he could make it. Not that he ever imagined he’d be as good at it as Kaden.
They stepped to their designated play area. Seth dropped the duffel bag at his feet while Tony stood nearby, silently watching. Seth made the hand gesture and Leah dropped to her knees in front of him, waiting.
The dungeon monitor walked over and talked to Tony, then to Seth. “Safe words?”
Seth nodded. “Leah, tell him.”
She didn’t look up. “Green, yellow, red.”
Kaden went easy on Seth tonight. He told Leah no ball gag, so she could verbally reassure Seth throughout the scene.
The DM nodded and stepped back. “Have fun. You have one hour.” He set up a timer that was on a nearby table for sixty minutes. It started counting down.
Seth glanced at Tony. Tony nodded, stepped back, his arms crossed, watching.
Seth looked down at Leah. “Tell me what you want, love,” he said, hoping his voice sounded strong enough.
“I want to serve my Master, Sir.”
“And how do you wish to do that?”
“However my Master thinks is best, Sir.”
He so could not get used to her talking to him like this but supposed he’d better.
“Do you want to feel the bite?”
Her skin flushed, the same way it did when she played with Kade.
“Yes, Sir. I need to feel the bite.”
Ah, fuck. He’d screwed up again. But she seemed to be okay with it. “Prepare for me.” He knew his tone wasn’t as firm and stern as Kaden’s, but he couldn’t make himself talk like that to her. Not yet, at least.
She stood and walked to the bench, undressed, neatly folded her clothes, and laid them nearby, as if stripping naked in front of a room full of strangers was an everyday occurrence. Then again it was, in a way, for her.
Seth fumbled the buttons of his shirt because his fingers trembled.
Fuck.
He finally got it off and dropped it on a nearby chair. Somehow, he didn’t think he looked nearly as imposing as Kade did despite his larger frame. Kaden radiated a quiet, calm confidence and strength.
Seth felt scared to death.
He rummaged through the bag, feeling slow and stupid when he couldn’t find the fourth cuff. He finally located it and tipped his head to Tony, motioning him over for this part.
Without speaking, Tony pointed, indicating the connection points. Seth secured her legs and arms to the bench, leaving her ass an open and prime target. Next, the rope.
Kaden had drilled the pattern into Seth’s brain. He quickly secured her legs, from knee to ankle, with the wrapping pattern. When he finished, Tony looked, examined Seth’s work, and nodded. Seth spoke to Leah.
“How does that feel, love?”
“Green, Sir.”
Tony nodded to Seth and stepped out of the way, to the edge of the play area.
Seth nervously studied her, noticed her breathing had quickened, her entire body now flushed. She wiggled a little on the bench as if trying to rub herself.
He knelt beside her head and dropped his voice, trying not to fuck this up. “Are you ready to feel the bite?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she nodded, almost eagerly, squirming against her bindings now.
“Show me your hands.”
As much as she could, she lifted her hands, made several fists, and wiggled her fingers. He knew it wasn’t as important now, because he only had her in wrist cuffs, not arm ropes, but he needed to get a handle on this routine.
He held her hands. “Squeeze.”
She squeezed, hard.
“Very good. Your feet.”
He was more worried about her circulation down there because of the ropes. She wiggled her feet and toes, flexing them. He felt them, and they weren’t any cooler than the rest of her body.
He stepped back to the bag and dug out the flogger. “Fifteen, love.” It felt strange calling her that, but it was part of their game and he was determined to get this as right as possible for her.
For Kaden.
“Fifteen, Sir,” she repeated.
“Count.” He swung, admittedly not very hard the first time. She didn’t even flinch.
“One, Sir.”
Around the fifth swing he finally found his stride. He took his time, frequently glancing at Tony, who nodded but remained silent and out of the way. Leah counted every stroke, her voice deepening, tinged with arousal as the count rose. By the time he reached fifteen she was squirming on the bench—and he was ashamed to realize he had a raging hard-on.
He took a deep, steadying breath. “What is the count, love?”
“That was fifteen, Sir,” she gasped. “Thank you.”
“Where are we?”
“Green, Sir,” she immediately replied.
He checked her feet and hands, relieved to see she seemed okay. He stepped back. “Fifteen more, love.”
“Fifteen, Sir.”
“Count.”
He saw the obvious effect this had on her, wished he could drop his pants and fuck her silly right there. He paused between the tenth and eleventh strokes, took a swig of water from one of the bottles they’d brought. Her ass looked pink. This flogger was one of the mildest in Kade’s collection, would barely bruise a tomato. He knew that was more for his peace of mind and to build his confidence than Leah’s safety.
When Seth felt he’d regained control he glanced at Tony, who nodded. Seth continued the set.
At the end he repeated the check-in. She was doing okay, a damn sight better than he was, from the looks of it.
He dropped the flogger into the bag and took out the mild crop. Tony held up a finger. Seth stepped away from Leah and nodded.
Tony stepped over, leaned in close to his ear. “They need a hand upstairs for a minute. Will you be okay until I get back?”
Seth nodded.
“You can ask the DM to come get me if you need me. Don’t hesitate to call the scene if you feel uncomfortable. She’ll understand. Kade’s trained her well.”
Seth nodded and waited until Tony left. There weren’t many people watching them right now, maybe a dozen or so at a discreet distance. He tried to tune them out and return to the scene.
Stepping back to Leah, he caressed her ass, heard her responding sigh of pleasure. “Where are we, love?”
“Green, Sir,” she breathlessly replied.
He nervously positioned himself, took a couple of practice swings that didn’t make contact so he could adjust his aim.
“Five, love.”
“Five, Sir.”
“Count.” He knew he pulled his first stroke. He couldn’t help it. This went against the very core fiber of his being.
She almost sounded disappointed. “One, Sir.”
Grow a set, he thought. You have to do this right for them.
He landed the second much harder, making her jump against the restraints.
“Two, Sir.” But she sounded relieved.
He drew the set out, checking her at the end. Light red welts appeared in a few places, and her shaved pussy looked red and swollen.