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anything.”
The Manilow tune threatened his blood again, specifically in the region of his heart. For a second, he gave in enough to drop a kiss to her nose. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”
After that, it was time to shut off the tenderness faucet once more. David slipped a firm hand into hers and guided her down the hallway. Once they got to the doorway where Laurelle waited, he shifted his hold to Dasha’s waist, a conscious preparation for what would follow when they turned into the room.
He was glad he had that forethought.
Dasha stopped cold. Went stiff as steel. Then backed up by two steps.
The room was clearly one of the spa’s cosmetic procedure areas, with an adjustable treatment table and bright gooseneck lights instead of a candlelit massage setup. Indeed, the table looked almost medical—except for the straps along its length, the fresh plastic sheets, and the modified gynecologist stirrups at its base, each hole sporting a set of padded ankle cuffs. When Laurelle told him she had connections in the city, she wasn’t kidding. He had no idea how she’d gotten the table in here, but he was damn grateful. Just looking at the thing ramped up his blood again, and every inch of his cock flared anew. He couldn’t wait to see Dasha mounted in it.
He just had to melt her down again.
“Uh—okay,” she stammered, “is all this really necessary?”
She tried to back up again, but David had already closed the door with a quiet kick and retightened his hold. “The straps will help hold you,” he explained, “so Laurelle gets exactly what she’s aiming for.” He raised his other hand to her face and pulled her gaze to his again. “You’re gonna be beautiful. And you’re ready for anything, remember?”
Laurelle, however, wasn’t syncing with him in the patience department any more. “ Cherie, I am accredited and licensed for this procedure in seven countries.” She sharpened the edge on her voice with the dual smacks of her medical gloves, fitting them against her wrists. “You are going to be just fine, D. Come on now, up into your place.”
She patted the table, but Dasha didn’t move. Laurelle arched an elegant brow. David caught the message as if she’d sprayed it on the wall.
He released a sigh. Then looked at his sub. “You need a little motivation, don’t you?”
As he expected, she lifted a hopeful gaze, lips already half pursed.
He didn’t give her that kiss.
Instead, he turned his grip into a full arm-wrap to her waist. He turned her in that grip, shoving her over for a good stare at his foot, with her ass now high and unhindered for him. He used that access at once, dropping one hard thwack to each cheek. She matched two startled yelps at the openhanded spanks, and the sounds tugged at him in all the right places. That, and the twin blooms he’d created on her delectable, creamy swells.
“Hmm,” Laurelle crooned. “You have gotten better at that.”
“Better target,” he returned, taking full advantage of the chance to smooth out the pain for D, slowly stroking her skin.
The Domina directed her next comment at his sub. “Have you learned your manners now, peu soumis ? Or would you like your to Sir deliver a bit more motivation?”
All David’s senses tuned themselves to Dasha’s reaction. He’d seen her bristle at reporters for less attitude than Laurelle’s, but this was a different time and a verydifferent place. She’d already floored him so much with her courage tonight. Now she did again. Though her breaths came shallow, she went slack in his hold, silently acknowledging his leadership. When he brought her back up, her eyes hung at half-mast. She stepped obediently to the table. As she slid onto it, he watched a multitude of emotions cross her face. Fear…there was still the fear, of course. But he also saw the beginnings of a submissive’s deep peace…and the light of adoration. She gave him a tentative smile.
He returned the smile as Laurelle
The Manilow tune threatened his blood again, specifically in the region of his heart. For a second, he gave in enough to drop a kiss to her nose. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”
After that, it was time to shut off the tenderness faucet once more. David slipped a firm hand into hers and guided her down the hallway. Once they got to the doorway where Laurelle waited, he shifted his hold to Dasha’s waist, a conscious preparation for what would follow when they turned into the room.
He was glad he had that forethought.
Dasha stopped cold. Went stiff as steel. Then backed up by two steps.
The room was clearly one of the spa’s cosmetic procedure areas, with an adjustable treatment table and bright gooseneck lights instead of a candlelit massage setup. Indeed, the table looked almost medical—except for the straps along its length, the fresh plastic sheets, and the modified gynecologist stirrups at its base, each hole sporting a set of padded ankle cuffs. When Laurelle told him she had connections in the city, she wasn’t kidding. He had no idea how she’d gotten the table in here, but he was damn grateful. Just looking at the thing ramped up his blood again, and every inch of his cock flared anew. He couldn’t wait to see Dasha mounted in it.
He just had to melt her down again.
“Uh—okay,” she stammered, “is all this really necessary?”
She tried to back up again, but David had already closed the door with a quiet kick and retightened his hold. “The straps will help hold you,” he explained, “so Laurelle gets exactly what she’s aiming for.” He raised his other hand to her face and pulled her gaze to his again. “You’re gonna be beautiful. And you’re ready for anything, remember?”
Laurelle, however, wasn’t syncing with him in the patience department any more. “ Cherie, I am accredited and licensed for this procedure in seven countries.” She sharpened the edge on her voice with the dual smacks of her medical gloves, fitting them against her wrists. “You are going to be just fine, D. Come on now, up into your place.”
She patted the table, but Dasha didn’t move. Laurelle arched an elegant brow. David caught the message as if she’d sprayed it on the wall.
He released a sigh. Then looked at his sub. “You need a little motivation, don’t you?”
As he expected, she lifted a hopeful gaze, lips already half pursed.
He didn’t give her that kiss.
Instead, he turned his grip into a full arm-wrap to her waist. He turned her in that grip, shoving her over for a good stare at his foot, with her ass now high and unhindered for him. He used that access at once, dropping one hard thwack to each cheek. She matched two startled yelps at the openhanded spanks, and the sounds tugged at him in all the right places. That, and the twin blooms he’d created on her delectable, creamy swells.
“Hmm,” Laurelle crooned. “You have gotten better at that.”
“Better target,” he returned, taking full advantage of the chance to smooth out the pain for D, slowly stroking her skin.
The Domina directed her next comment at his sub. “Have you learned your manners now, peu soumis ? Or would you like your to Sir deliver a bit more motivation?”
All David’s senses tuned themselves to Dasha’s reaction. He’d seen her bristle at reporters for less attitude than Laurelle’s, but this was a different time and a verydifferent place. She’d already floored him so much with her courage tonight. Now she did again. Though her breaths came shallow, she went slack in his hold, silently acknowledging his leadership. When he brought her back up, her eyes hung at half-mast. She stepped obediently to the table. As she slid onto it, he watched a multitude of emotions cross her face. Fear…there was still the fear, of course. But he also saw the beginnings of a submissive’s deep peace…and the light of adoration. She gave him a tentative smile.
He returned the smile as Laurelle
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