He cocked his head.
“Traffic signals. Don’t hesitate to use them. I’ll check in frequently—even if that means fucking with your subspace. For this first time, at least. I don’t know your limits?—”
“I don’t have any. No bondage. Thank you for keeping those things away.”
“Of course.” I wasn’t the least bit offended that he brought it up. He needed to know I’d never go against his wishes. “But the rest?”Whip, crop, flogger, dragon’s tongue, paddle…I might not use all—but he didn’t know that.
“Where do I, uh, stand?”
“Against the window, of course.”
“Where everyone can see me?”
I shook my head. “Tinted glass, set back from the beach, and no one is out there. Well, some surfers down farther…but just about no one else. They’d have to be badly trespassing. That said, if you’re not comfortable, there are things I can do?—”
“No.” He appeared resolute. “You’d never do anything to endanger my privacy?—”
“Or mine.”
“—or yours.” He nodded. “I need to trust you.”
“Trust comes hard. And rightly so. But I’m not your asshole ex.”
“Right.” He ran his hand through his short hair. “Thank you. I should be more willing to believe you would never—” He swallowed. “You have as much to lose as I do.”
“Which is why I’ll always take care of you.”Because you mean everything to me, and yeah, that thought scares the ever-loving shit out of me.“Any questions about the implements?”
He shook his head.
“Then lean against the glass. Just your hands. Your feet should be about a foot away. If that’s too hard on your shoulder, then we’ll adjust.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“And you’ll tell me if you’re not.”
He held my gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I gestured with my chin.
He made his way over, placed his feet about a foot back from the window, placed his hands on the pane, and leaned forward.
I’d scoped out two things this morning. That we had window cleaning solution under the sink—because I wasn’t leaving that mess for someone else to clean up. And that a passerby absolutely could not see in. They’d have to be within about three feet of the cabin, and if they got that close, we had much bigger issues to deal with. We weren’t paparazzi-worthy, and no one knew where we were. I would never risk Jack. I also wanted to see if he had any exhibitionist tendencies. Like how well he might handle Club Kink in Vancouver if he wore a mask.
After admiring the bunched muscles, lean torso, thick thighs, and spectacular ass, I snagged my flogger. This was my suede one. Unless I wielded it with the entire forceI was capable of, it wasn’t going to cause pain. This was to warm him up.
The first strike was a light brush to his upper back from left to right.
Then one from right to left.
More strikes—each just a tickle.
He shifted.
“You okay?”
“Uh…yeah.”
“But?” No missing that in his voice. He didn’t answer, though. “Are you wondering why I’m going easy on you?”