Dirty Little Secrets(47)

Alix nodded and handed the cat back to me, where I hung it back on its peg. Her eyes then found another of the toys on the wall, a vibrating dildo. She shuddered and backed away, her already creamy skin going pale. “No . . . ” she said, fear in her eyes.

“Alix,” I said. “Stand still. Trust me, and stand still.”

I could see her eyes flicker from the toy to me, then back to the toy, then back to me. She was fighting herself, her inner will to say her safe word, and I was heartened when she regained control and stood still, her hands by her sides. “Yes, Kade.”

I took the dildo down and looked at it. “Tell me why you’re afraid of this.”

“Not afraid. Ashamed,” she replied, looking down at her feet. “The blackmail photo and video that Sydney has . . . he had me use one just like that.”

The idea that such a monster had done such a thing to my Alix caused my blood to boil, but I let my temper die, seeing that even with such pain, she trusted me enough to not run away.

“Alix, look at me,” I said. She raised her eyes, and I held it up slowly. “I can’t say I haven’t done the same thing with some of my subs. But only because they enjoyed it. If you didn’t, that’s fine. We never have to use this at all. But we won’t be doing anything with that tonight. In fact, I’ll put it away,” I said, as I tossed it into a drawer and closed it.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, Kade,” she said, her eyes glistening in relief. “Thank you.”

“Now, you did break some rules today,” I said, mock growling as I came closer. “I do think you need a bit of punishment for it.”

“Please tell me how I broke the rules, Kade,” she asked honestly. There was such a desire to fulfill my needs in her voice and in her eyes, I couldn’t even pretend to be play angry any longer.

“At the mall, you were teasing me again,” I said with a smile. “The shorts?”

“Oh,” Alix said, then smiled back at me disarmingly. “I thought you liked them.”

“I do, they looked amazing on you. But, we can’t be romantic in public. As much as I’d have loved to have swept you into my arms and kissed you so many times while we were shopping tonight, we can’t. It would be disastrous,” I explained. “So please, for both of our sakes, remember the rule.”

Alix nodded, then looked up at me. “And you’ll punish me?”

I grinned, catching her drift. “Oh yes. Turn around.”

Alix turned to see the last piece of equipment in my playroom. Originally a preacher curl bench that came from a local gym, I’d reupholstered the cheap vinyl with oiled leather and had the chromed steel frame refurnished in black, and made a few other adjustments. “What is that for?”

I took Alix by the hand and led her over. The curved pad, which was supposed to support your arms, was just a little low, so I pulled the adjustment lever and raised it to the proper height. “You’re going to bend over this pad,” I said, indicating the curve which would support her hips and legs nicely, “and then grab onto the handle that is on the other side.”

Alix looked, seeing that I’d replaced the cupped bar holders with a single welded bar. “And then?”

“And then, my naughty little love, I’m going to spank you. You can let go of the bar at any time and halt the spanking there. No punishment for that.”

Alix looked at me, her lower lip trembling in a mix of desire and trepidation. “I’ve never been spanked before, by anyone. Even as a child.”

I smiled and stroked her cheek. “There’s a first time for everything. Now bend over and take the handle.”

Delight and desire filled me as Alix bent over the pad, wrapping her fingers around the smooth steel handle and taking a deep breath to calm herself. “Yes, Kade.”

I stood back, marveling at the sight in front of me. I had set the pad so that, in order to bend over the pad comfortably, Alix had to stand on her tip toes, which both made her long legs look even better than before but also raised her butt up slightly above her head. Her lingerie was pulled tight in the front, the thin fabric molding to her breasts and pulling high on her thighs, which were already almost totally exposed due to her height. The slip had a deep v-cut in the back and thin, almost invisible red straps. My cock, which had spent the past five minutes already at half mast, grew painfully hard inside my trousers. One of my fondest fantasies, and here it was in front of me.

“I’ll be gentle with the spanking tonight,” I assured her, running my hands up and down the exposed skin of her back. “And this slip, it’ll not be harmed in any way. I want you to make sure that this article of clothing stays pristine, special between us.”