Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

At ten, Rafe led Brianna over to their scene area. The conversation with Brianna still played over and over in his mind. She was a stronger woman than she gave herself credit for, and he admired her for that.

He enjoyed fire play and continued to learn about fire. Fire cupping fascinated him, and he liked how it helped people. He wished Brianna would let him show her. Maybe in time, she could watch a demo. For now, he needed to take it slow. It had to be Brianna’s choice. Rafe pushed the thoughts of fire play away as he led Brianna up to their scene.

Rafe glanced at her. Her eyes were a little wide, but her body was relaxed. “Are we still green?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft but strong.

“All right.” He set his bag on the table, opened it, and grabbed the restraints. “I’m going to restrain your arms and legs tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.” Brianna shifted from one foot to the other.

“You’re saying yes, but your body language is hesitant.” He didn’t want her to be afraid.

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Rafe set the cuffs on the chair and walked over to Brianna. “There is no reason to be sorry. Talk to me. What is making you hesitate?”

“Ummm.” She glanced away. “You mentioned me being naked, Sir.”

“Yes, clothing can get in the way of you feeling the flogger. If it bothers you, you don’t have to take your bra off.” He could work around it.

“I want to feel the flogger, Sir. It’s…” Her gaze met his. “Can we take it off at the last minute?”

It hit him. She was still shy. “Yes, we can.”

“And my boy shorts, Sir?”

“What do you have on underneath them?” Why hadn’t he thought about this before tonight? Was he pushing her too fast?

“A thong, Sir.”

His dick twitched at her answer. “Will you be comfortable with just the thong on?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes brightened.

“All right, here’s what we’ll do. Before I restrain your right hand, you can slip your arm out of your bra strap, then do the same with the left. Then before I restrain your legs, I’ll remove your boy shorts, but leave the thong. The last thing I’ll do is unhook your bra. Does that work for you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Her breathing was irregular. “Thank you.”

“Brianna.” Rafe framed her face with his hands. “I will always take your concerns into consideration. Never be afraid to voice them.”

She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now go over to the St. Andrew’s cross.” When she turned, he slapped her ass.

“Ohh.” Brianna jumped and glanced over her shoulder at him but continued to make her way to the cross.

Rafe picked up the restrains and followed her. Within minutes, she was semi-nude and restrained. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back, then cupped her ass cheeks. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Her skin flushed. “Now, my beauty, remember your voice. I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Running his fingers over her spine, Rafe walked over to his bag and pulled out a feather duster, rabbit flogger, a flogger that had fur on one side of the tails and leather on the other, and a padded wooden paddle.

He carried them over and set them on the small table next to the cross. Rafe thought about blindfolding Brianna, but he wanted to see her eyes. “I’m going to start simple with the feather duster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Rafe noticed Brianna had turned her head away from the club and that was okay. They hadn’t gathered a crowd yet. They probably would by the end. He twirled the feather duster over the skin of her shoulders, down her spine, across her ass, then over her legs.

Gooseflesh dotted her skin as he used the duster on her. Rafe made several passes, noting how her body rested against the cross. She was relaxing well. He took the duster away and grabbed the rabbit flogger.

He ran it over her left arm. “Soft,” she whispered.

“Rabbit flogger.” He continued to drag the tails over her skin. When he reached her ass, he gave her a spank.

Brianna let out a yelp, but her body relaxed right back down after his smack. He did it again and again as he ran the flogger over her skin. Then he rubbed her ass. “How are you doing?”

“Green, Sir.”

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him, and brought down the rabbit flogger on the top of her thighs, then her ass, before rubbing his hand over the spots. She flushed as he continued to use the flogger over her warming skin. She didn’t panic or yell. Oh, there was the occasional cry of surprise, but nothing he didn’t expect.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He caressed her back as he spoke to her.

“Hot, Sir.”

“Does that mean red?”

“No, Sir. I’m still green. My body in on fire and wants more.”

Rafe leaned over. “Open your eyes, please.” She did, and Rafe gazed into her clear hazel eyes. “How are your arms and legs?” He didn’t want her going numb.

“Fine, Sir.” She wiggled her fingers at him.

“All right, are you ready for what I plan next?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

The eagerness in her voice made him chuckle. Putting away the rabbit flogger, he picked up the padded wooden paddle.

* * * *

Brianna began breathing through her mouth. The sensations running through her body almost overwhelmed her, and she had no idea what Rafe was planning next. The feather duster had tickled her skin and relaxed her.

The rabbit flogger, along with his spanking, awoke every nerve ending and caused her body to heat. She was hot, scorching hot. Now, she waited for his next toy. Something soft but with a hint of hardness to it ran over her shoulders and down her back.

“Ahhh,” she cried out as Rafe smacked her right ass cheek, then her left. Damn, that stung, but as he rubbed his hand over the area, heat flowed into her blood stream. Who knew something like this could be so sensual? So arousing?

Oh yes, she was aroused. Her nipples were hard little points, and her pussy clenched with every smack of…a paddle, that’s what it was. It must have padding on one side. As Rafe paddled her butt and upper thighs, she began to float. This was nice. Her body was becoming light, and her muscles turned to mush.

“Brianna.” Rafe calling her name seemed to come from a long way away.

Something was draped over her shoulders as Rafe undid her arm restraints. He guided her arms to her sides. Why did her arms feel so heavy?

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” His hands were at her waist, his leg between hers. The leg restraints were removed. Who took those off? She didn’t have time to find out as she was lifted into Rafe’s arms and another blanket thrown over her.

Resting her head against his shoulder, she kept her eyes closed. Her body felt so good, so relaxed, and her mind was blank.

“I’ll clean up for you,” a male voice commented.

“Thanks.” Her body swayed as Rafe walked, then sat with her in his lap. She laid curled up in his arms. This felt so good. She loved being held by Rafe. He did things to her body she’d never let anyone else do.

And at this moment in time, she was happy they were together. There was nothing that could tear them apart. It almost sounded to her like she was in love, but that wasn’t possible. They barely knew each other. But she felt so good right now, like nothing bad could ever touch her.

* * * *

Rafe cradled Brianna in his lap. “Brianna, sweetheart.” He waited. Her eyes stayed shut, but she cuddled closer to him.

“Tired.” Her voice was soft. Rafe breathed out a sigh of relief at her response. She’d gone into subspace. He hadn’t expected it, but he noticed when her body went completely lax in the restraints. Rafe had motioned Damon over to help him release her.

He could have released her feet and held her up, but he didn’t want her hanging by her wrists and possibly hurting herself. So, instead, he released her arms first, then had Damon release her ankles.

She’d collapsed into his arms. Making sure she was covered before they left the scene, Rafe tried talking to her, but there had been no response. He wasn’t worried. Her breathing was good, and her skin flushed.

Once in the aftercare area, he talked to her again. She responded with a strong voice. He’d played with some of more experienced subs at Wicked Sanctuary, but none of them had gone into subspace like Brianna had.

Was it because she was new? He didn’t think so. She trusted him to take her to new heights and to care for her. His heart pounded. Her trust wasn’t something he’d ever violate. He sat there holding her, knowing she had captured a piece of his heart.

While that didn’t surprise him, they hadn’t known each other long. There was something about Brianna, even on the first day at the elementary school, that told him she was the woman for him.

Rafe shook his head. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but he couldn’t deny the attraction. It grew each time he saw her. Now, his heart was involved.

“Everything okay?” Max asked as he walked up to them.

“It’s all good. She went into subspace.”

“It might take her a bit to come out of it,” Max said.

“I suspect it might.” He looked around the club. There were still people there, but a lot fewer than earlier. “Closing early?”

“Maybe.” Max rubbed his chin. “Damon put your bag back in the cubby.”

“Thanks. Let me know if we need to leave.”

Max nodded and walked away.

“Rafe.” Brianna’s voice was soft. He glanced down at her.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“I feel so…relaxed. That’s the only word I can think of.”

Her lashes rose. Her hazel eyes were languid, much as her body was. “I’m glad. Anything hurt?” Rafe raised his hand and ran his fingers over her cheek.

Brianna shook her head.

“Good. Just lay here until you feel like moving.”

“What time is it?”

“Don’t worry about it. Close your eyes and rest.”

“Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes, snuggled close to him once again, and settled down.

Rafe tightened his arms around her and shifted into a more comfortable position. Tonight had changed things between him and Brianna. It was a good change. They’d work through the fire thing. Because he didn’t think he’d be able to let her go now.