Duncan stretched and tried to find that deep well of calm inside himself. If his sub was brave enough to face her fears this way, then he had to pull himself together and give her what she needed.
“Sir?” she queried. He opened his eyes to find her standing in front of him. Unable to help himself, he placed a hand around the back of her neck and dragged her towards him, kissing her deeply.
“Brave little sub,” he told her. “I want you to pick up the flogger.”
She grabbed it, holding it out to him. He shook his head. “Run it over your other hand, feel how soft it is.”
She took a deep breath, but did as he’d ordered.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Soft, a little ticklish.”
“This used to be your favorite flogger, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was still running it over her hand absentmindedly.
“Tell me what you want out of this, sugar?” he asked her.
“I want to not be so scared anymore. And I want to please you,” she told him.
“Baby, you always please me. It pleases me how much trust you’re showing in me and how brave you’re being. You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I know.”
“You used to enjoy the way the flogger would caress your skin and send tingles of sensation through your body. Is that what you want again?”
Her breathing was coming slightly faster.
“Yes.”
He cleared his throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly.
Duncan ran his finger down her face, over her chest and around her nipple.
“Imagine how it will feel to have the flogger caressing you here. Warm strands of velvet lightly flicking your nipples until they’re hard and throbbing. Then I might move it down here,” he placed his hand on her mound, cupping her, “with your legs split the flogger could lightly caress this swollen bud.” He ran his finger around her clit, tapping it until she let out a low whimper, her body trembling.
There, that was better, he thought with satisfaction. Arousal had overcome much of her trepidation, leaving her body trembling with anticipation rather than imagined fear.
“Go lie on your stomach, hold onto the headboard. I’m not going to tie you this time, but I don’t want you reaching down or shifting around, understand? If you move I might strike you in the wrong place.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go on then.”
She scrambled up on the bed. Duncan sighed as she flinched a little when he sat beside her.
“Easy, sugar.”
“Sorry, Sir. I’ll be better.”
“Shh,” he told her, running his hand over her body. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Odie, Sir.”
“You’ll use it if you get too scared or are experiencing any pain. Tonight isn’t about pain, sugar.” He was hoping all she would experience was pleasure and arousal.