How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(122)

Ivan gave another nod and began unbuttoning his shirt as he returned to the bathroom with her glass of water. Samson readied her bedroom, pulling all the shades, closing the curtains to darken the room, and lighting candles.

The water shut off a few minutes later and he stood in the dimly lit bedroom listening to their soft murmurings and the flapping of the towel as Ivan dried them off and then eased her across the hall.

Her breathing was slower and her shoulders were not as tight, at least until she spotted the straight-back chair in the open space in front of the turned down bed, and then her eyes widened. But he admired her spirit as she put her hand is his when he reached out to her.

“Cassandra, any form of play you and I engage in will always be safe, sane, and consensual. I promise not to harm you, and to give you what you need. Can you trust me know your limits?”

“Yes.” Her reply was so soft he almost didn’t hear her.

“Your safeword is red. If you say ‘red’ everything stops and we talk, okay?”

She nodded and allowed him to lead her.

“Ivan is going to sit where he can touch you, and so you know he’s close the whole time. He’s a part of this, too.”

He caught Ivan’s eyes and gestured to the spot at his left, and Ivan pulled the upholstered chair in the corner forward and sat close enough that he’d be able to touch her. Cassie swiped a lock of hair from her face that had come loose and gulped as Samson took a seat in the chair he’d brought from her dining room.

Conversation would just delay what was coming and increase her anxiety, so with deliberate purpose, he drew her close and guided her to bend over his thighs. He could feel her hesitancy in the stiffness of the muscles in her back. “Up and over, chiquita. Brace your hands.” She grabbed on to him as he scooted her farther over, taking her off kilter. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, and I won’t let you fall.”

“Okay,” she murmured and allowed him to position her. Her warm flesh draped over his lap, waiting for him to paddle her exquisite bottom, made his cock so hard he needed to grit his teeth and breathe for a moment to get himself under control.

Humping the sexy submissive because she felt so good in his arms was not good Dominant form.

He stroked her back and said, “Breathe, honey.”

“I’m here, baby,” Ivan said as he ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek bone.

She lifted her head to look up at Ivan and then at him and nodded. “I trust you.”

With his left hand bracing her upper back, he used his right to massage and squeeze her butt cheeks. He gripped her tight enough to draw blood flow to the area but not tight enough that she would tense up. Moving his hands around, he gripped her hips and the backs of her thighs, delighting in the feel of her silky, slightly damp skin. Her legs were voluptuous and long, and it was a shame she felt the need to hide them with long skirts, but he liked that only he and Ivan were allowed to see them like this. The backs of her thighs were supple, the muscles firm from work and activity. Her bottom was smooth and bouncy under his palm as he moved his hand up to test the heat compared to the cooler skin on her lower back.

Ready.

He checked her posture as he began to squeeze her cheeks harder with intermittent taps. She flinched the first couple of times but relaxed as he continued, establishing an easy rhythm. He released his hold on her, satisfied that she was secure in her position, and used both hands to manipulate and tap her ass and the backs of her thighs until the flesh showed a nice rosy hue. He glanced at Ivan and found that he was focused solely on Cassie’s face, there for her.

As Samson watched, she relaxed the muscles in her neck and allowed her head to tip down, and the tension in her shoulders eased as she grew accustomed to what for her must be an odd position. For him, it was a dream coming true.

“You have a very strong spirit, Cassandra. Did you know that?”

Her dangling head turned from side to side but she said nothing.

“You’ve overcome all the negativity your father raised you with. You’ve raised two absolutely fantastic kids. You take care of your mother, and—

She planted a hand on the floor and lifted her head. “Oh—wait. I didn’t even think about Mom. Where is she? Is she in her room?”

Samson stroked her back until she relaxed her neck again and said, “Marissa and Tilly came by and picked her up. They wanted to take her to supper and a movie. She won’t be back for hours. Now relax. We have everything under control.”

Her only response was a loud gulp but she obeyed.

“You’ve started you own business and the people of Divine obviously love Divine Drip. You held yourself together when others would’ve crumbled as it went up in flames, and I know when you’re finished rebuilding Divine Drip, it will be even better. But I see you struggling now. You’re not sleeping.” He landed a solid, open-palmed swat on one cheek.