Chapter 14
Katherine
Kit obediently took the hand Austin offered and followed him down the short hallway to his bedroom. Every nerve ending in her body felt like a live wire about to snap. If the anticipation was this nerve-wracking, what was the actual experience going to be like?
His bedroom was much like the rest of the house. Modern and stylish, in a very laid-back kind of way that reminded her of him. The focal point was obviously the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, with the twisted metal headboard and footboard.
“Do you remember how I taught you to present yourself for my belt the other day?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Up on the bed. I need to get some things ready.”
With a nod, she moved away from him, toward the bed. She turned to ask if she should take her clothes off, then remembered with a start that she was already naked. She’d been so caught up in their play, she’d somehow forgotten that she was parading around his house in her birthday suit.
It should have been embarrassing. But all she felt was… free. Like she’d shed some kind of weight she hadn’t even realized she’d been carrying with her.
Austin gave that to her. He gave her the power to simply be, without worrying about the way her tummy jiggled or her thighs rubbed together.
And in return, she would give him this. Her submission. Her obedience.
Her pain.
Trembling a little at the thought, she climbed onto the bed and arranged herself as best she could remember. On her knees, ass in the air, arms stretched out on the bed in front of her.
“Perfect.” His praise filled her with warmth and she turned her head to smile at him.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Do you know what this is?”
He held up a ball of some kind, with a flat bottom and a pointed head. Her mind reached for the term. “Is that a plug, sir?”
“Yes, it is. Where does it go?”
“My, um, oh geez.” Cheeks flaming, she buried her face in her arm.
“No.” The curt order was followed by his hand in her hair, pulling her head up. “You don’t get to hide from me, kitten. Not here. Tell me where the plug goes.”
“In my butt,” she mumbled.
Grinning, he leaned in for a quick kiss. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. A guy could get addicted to it. Yeah, baby, it goes in that gorgeous ass of yours. You’re gonna want to relax for me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you. Yet,” he added with a wink.
If her face got any hotter, his whole damn bed was going to go up in flames. Closing her eyes, she focused on relaxing her muscles. Relaxing, so he could shove a giant chunk of plastic up her butt. Was this really her life?
Cold liquid dribbled between her cheeks and she let out a whimper.
“You okay, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Katherine. What color are you?”
“Green, sir. As long as I don’t die of embarrassment, I’m perfectly green.”
“You won’t die of embarrassment,” he assured her with a laugh. “But I gotta tell ya, kitten. The more you blush, the harder I get. You’ve got me wondering how red you’ll be when I’m prepping your bottom for my cock. Or when you’re strapped to a bench at Black Light, waiting for my cane.”
The mention of being naked in a club, of being punished so publicly, sent a familiar flash of panic through her system. But it wasn’t the same overwhelming, nausea-inducing fear she’d felt the first time he’d brought it up. This was more akin to what she often felt before a first date, or before meeting a client for the first time. Nervous but… expectant. Excited, even.