How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(93)

He and Joseph led the way to the VIP seating area upstairs, and Samson noticed Cassie watching as Bunny knelt on the thick cushion Joseph kept there just for her. Cassie bit her lip and glanced up to find him observing her, and her cheeks colored prettily. She looked down at her hands and then at him. “Where would you like me…Sir?”

This is what it’s like to feel ten feet tall.



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Cassie waited for his reply with her breath stuttering in her chest. He caressed her cheek with gentle fingers and said, “My lap, of course.” He sat down and held out his arms expectantly.

She mashed her lips together as she looked at the padded chair and at him.

“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly as he patted his knee. “I can handle you. My knees would be aching in sympathy if I had you kneel. And you and I need to talk before you learn the ins and outs of submitting.”

“The innate foundation is already there, Samson,” Joseph said before smiling at her, letting her know she was part of the conversation. “I think you already have a lot of natural submissive responses. All the club furniture is built solidly so you’ve no cause for worry, Cassie.”

How does he do that? Or am I just obvious?

She’d never sat in a man’s lap before. Her father hadn’t been the hands-on, touchy-feely type when she’d been little, and it wasn’t something Bill—the husband approved of by her dad—would ever have invited her to do—and she and the guys hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

She reached out, and Samson settled her onto his large frame with surprising ease. She didn’t feel as though she dwarfed him, which was comforting.

As the men continued conversing, she shifted her hip and noticed the hard bulge at his groin and tried to move carefully so as not to make him uncomfortable. He put his arm around her, and a rumble vibrated through his solid chest as he moved beneath her in response, definitely rubbing his erection against her.

She cast a glance around them and then looked up at him, and he chuckled. “No one would fault me for enjoying your closeness more openly in here, chiquita. You look beautiful tonight in your black dress with your hair down around your shoulders.” He took in her appearance and stroked a lock of hair back from her cheek.

“Thank you. I know it was silly to worry.” Heck, I’d need a whole new wardrobe just to wear at this club. Looking around when she’d arrived, she’d noticed most of the women were much more scantily dressed than she. Even though the dress she had on had a deep V-neck that revealed most of her cleavage, it was long, completely shielding her legs.

“We’ll take one step at a time,” he murmured before threading his fingers through the hair at the back of her head and drawing her closer for a kiss. “When I arrived, Joseph was explaining the different reasons and motivations for spanking a submissive. Joseph left it to me to tell you about therapeutic spanking.”

“Therapeutic for who—the one wielding the paddle?”

“No, the receiver.”

Samson played with her fingers, stroking each of them between his, sending pleasant shivers along her spine. “I have a friend who is a surgeon. She’s highly trained in a medical sub-specialty and is in constant demand, so she has little time for a personal life and internalizes a lot of her stress. When she comes in, it’s usually for my whip, but the principle is the same, as with any kind of impact play. She needs the pain in order to achieve a release from all the stress.”

“Ivan said you’d told him about one person in particular who called on you for that purpose. So…it somehow wipes the slate clean for your friend?”

Samson nodded, obviously pleased at her understanding. “Exactly. She usually lets me know in advance when she needs to come in, and we work it out around her schedule. It’s a therapeutic thing.”

“But you’re a sadist, so you enjoy it?”

After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “I do. She has a high pain threshold, and she appreciates what I can do for her, and in return, I find satisfaction in providing what she needs.”

“Can I ask you to elaborate? What sort of…satisfaction do you get?”

Samson took his time responding. “I respect and admire what she does and understand the strain that could build up. She trusts me to help alleviate the stress, and I’m honored that she gives me the opportunity to drain that stress off. If she didn’t have an outlet it would build up and create problems for her. I get a great deal of personal fulfillment and satisfaction out of our exchanges. Is it sexual satisfaction? No, not with her, but I won’t lie and say that sex has never played a role in scenes with other subs in the past.”