He lay across me, not rigid but relaxed. Present, in a way that told me he understood, at least in part, what he was stepping into.
That made my job both easier and more significant.
“We go slowly,” I told him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
With one word, he undid me.
I’ll make this good for you.
For both of us.
Kieran
I was aware ofeverything.
The sounds through the doorway. The scent of leather. My own heartbeat, hammering.
“Still with me?” Stefan stroked my back.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He paused. “Breathe.”
I exhaled slowly, grounding myself in the sound of my own breath.
The first strike wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t sharp or overwhelming, just the impact of Stefan’s firm hand that landed and faded almost as quickly as it arrived.
I blinked, then expelled a breath. “That didn’t feel how I thought it would.”
“Good or bad?”
“Different.” Then I reconsidered. “But a good different.”
“Good.”
The second came a moment later, but slightly stronger.
This time I felt it more clearly—the warmth spreading outwards, the way my body responded to it, not just physically, but somewhere deeper. I became aware of my breathing, how it had quickened, not from fear but from focus. Each movement was measured, controlled.
Stefan wasn’t testing me. He was listening. Adjusting.
He settled into a rhythm, and something shifted inside me. I felt more aware of him, of the sensations in my body, more in the moment than I’d ever felt before.
“That’s it,” Stefan said in a low voice.
I hadn’t realised I’d moved into the contact until he said it. I stilled, but I didn’t pull away.
“Still good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. The blows stung, but they didn’t feel random. I knew exactly where I was, what was happening. After a moment, the rhythm slowed, then stopped. Stefan’s hand rested on my warmed flesh.
“Are you all right?”
I let out a breath, my body catching up with everything it had just processed.
“Yes.” I turned, just enough to look at him, and found his attention focused on me.