A sense of peace came over her. Whatever happened, it would be all right because he was right here with her.
“What’s your safe word, Avery?” Lee asked. He looked down at her, but she couldn’t look beyond the enormous erection he was sporting. It tented his leathers and seemed to block out all the other sights. He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been that way since I first realized I was going to get to smack your ass, baby. Ignore him for now. He’ll come into play later. Now answer the question. What’s your safe word?”
A safe word, she’d learned, was a word that once uttered by a sub stopped all action. Whatever the Dom was doing, once that safe word was out, he would stop and help the sub. “Telephone.”
“Good.” He held a length of rope in his hand. “I’m tying you down, but I can have you out in ten seconds if it bothers you.”
She wasn’t worried. He’d played around with ropes the night before, lightly tying her to the bed before he’d put his mouth on her pussy and made her scream. He made short work of it, binding her hands and feet to the bench. She could wiggle her limbs, but she couldn’t escape. She was utterly helpless. He could do anything he wanted with her.
She should be afraid, but all she could think about was the fact that he had the filthiest mind, and she couldn’t wait to see what he did.
“It’s a count of thirty for talking bad about yourself,” Lee said.
She heard a murmur of disapproval go through the crowd. Yep, these were not people who wanted to listen to her complain about her cellulite. She would have to come up with better conversation starters than that.
And then she nearly screamed because his hand met the cheeks of her ass, and it wasn’t the little slap she’d gotten before. Fire flared across her skin because that smack had meant business.
“That’s one, baby,” Lee said, his hand holding the heat to her cheek. “And this is two.”
She gasped, the air threatening to leave her body as he smacked her again. Pain screamed along her system, but if he thought she was giving in over that pain, he was insane. She wasn’t a lightweight when it came to this. Ten years, seventeen surgeries, each one more painful than the last, and each of those horrible incidents had led to one thing.
Walking. Living. Surviving.
And there hadn’t even been a mega orgasm with the world’s hottest man at the end of those surgeries. She felt a smile cross her face. Yeah, she could handle him.
Three came like a crack of thunder, but she was more confident now. Her skin was singing, with ache and pain and a weird heat that was starting to build. Sure, some pain was just torture, but some pains, oh, some pains reminded her that she was alive.
Some pains took her away from herself. All the misery of the day slipped away. She didn’t have to think about what had happened with her in-laws here. It didn’t matter. Here she could be in the moment and not worry about the past or the future. She could be in the present, and the present was all about feeling. Tears slipped from her eyes, but they felt cleansing.
By the time he counted out fifteen, she was sure she’d found something wonderful. Her backside ached, but Lee was careful to never hit her in the same place more than a few times. He peppered the spanking across her bottom, spreading the heat all along her skin.
She concentrated on the sensation. Fire and heat soaked her flesh, sinking in and spreading out. It traveled from the spot he’d struck and seemed to flash across her body, sending out all kinds of signals. Her pussy was wet and soft. Her toes curled. Her nipples peaked and ached for someone to touch her. Her mouth softened, ready for stimulation. She felt each slap from her head to her toes, a sensual dance that started with shocking pain and morphed into pleasure, arousal, peace.
Lee was suddenly on his knees. “Avery, are you all right? I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer. Was it too rough? Are you hurt? You’re crying. You have to say your safe word.”
His eyes were narrowed, concern on his handsome face. He brushed away a tear.
She gave him a frown. Why had he stopped? She’d been in a nice place. “I don’t want to say my safe word. Is it already over? I didn’t count thirty. That was barely nineteen.”
“Little brat likes her spanking.” He growled the words with a look of great relief. His fingers came up and skimmed her nipples. “Fuck, Avery. You like it a lot, don’t you? How wet is your pussy?”