out his hand, waiting for her to take it. Moira’s curiosity got the better of her. She took his hand and let him lead her over to the table of toys. Adrian kissed her hand and dropped it before taking off his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. “Pick one.”
Moira glanced at him. “Why do I have to be naked for this?”
Adrian clucked his tongue and wrapped his hands over her shoulders. She shivered at the touch of his breath on her neck, and then shivered again as his lips grazed her skin. “Two reasons. First, because you need to be both comfortable and confident wearing absolutely nothing. You have a beautiful body, and you can’t dominate a scene if you’re worried about showing it off.”
Moira closed her eyes as Adrian’s hands began to knead at the knots in her shoulders. “Mmm. And the second?”
“You need to feel the toys you use. Which means, I’m afraid, that I’m going to use them on you.”
Moira froze, and her eyes flew open. Deep breaths. One slow breath, and then another. “Adrian. No. I can’t. Please.”
“Be calm, Moira. I will not tie you down. You will have complete control the entire time. But you can’t understand the line between pleasure and pain without having experienced it.”
“Adrian, I don’t think—”
“Do you trust me, Moira?”
She hesitated. Adrian pressed his body against hers and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He’s not Justin. Justin never asked me to trust him.
“Yes.”
“Bon.” His head dipped until his lips found the skin of her neck again. “Pick one.”
Moira swallowed and counted slowly to five before picking up a suede flogger. Adrian’s hand traveled a slow trail down her arm before he took the flogger from her hand. Stepping away, he grasped her shoulders again and steered her toward the chair she’d sat in earlier. It had a midheight semicircular wooden frame and a wide body and arms with comfortable upholstery, but he didn’t have her sit. Instead, he spun the chair around so the back was facing them.
“Hands on the back of the chair, ma chère. Did you decide on a safe word?”
Moira took a deep breath and did what he said. She’d given her safe word a lot of thought, as he’d suggested, but one word kept coming back. “Chimera.”
“A beast born of many parts. I think it fits you. Now let’s get started, shall we?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. He’s not Justin. He’s not Justin. He might hurt me a little, but he’s not going to harm me.
“I will not harm you, Moira.” It was a little uncanny, the way he knew what she was thinking. “Take a deep breath and relax. Let’s talk about breathing techniques for a moment. Have you ever taken yoga or a martial art?”
Moira’s eyes opened. “I…yes. I have.”
“Then you know how to center yourself, and calm your mind and breathing. Do that, ma Maîtresse. Remember, you are in control.”
Moira nodded, forcing her breathing and heart to calm while Adrian ran his hand up and down her back.
“You have a beautiful back. When I begin with the flogger, I’ll focus on the upper back here, on both sides of the spine, and try to avoid the spine directly. I’ll also avoid anything but the lightest of strikes on the lower back here, around the kidneys.” His hand drifted lower, following his words. “Your delectable tchu will also get some of my attention, but I’m going to use less of the flogger, so I avoid what we call wrapping. Some subs like the sharp pain that comes from the tips of the flogger wrapping around the body, but in general you want to avoid that. The same goes for your breasts and thighs. There’s a particular technique to flogging a breast. Always from the bottom up, or the sides, so as not to cause any undue damage. Ready, ma chère?”
Moira blew out her breath slowly. “No. Yes. God. I don’t know about this, Adrian.” She took another deep breath and released it even more slowly. “Fine. Ready.” She hoped.
“Remember,”
Moira glanced at him. “Why do I have to be naked for this?”
Adrian clucked his tongue and wrapped his hands over her shoulders. She shivered at the touch of his breath on her neck, and then shivered again as his lips grazed her skin. “Two reasons. First, because you need to be both comfortable and confident wearing absolutely nothing. You have a beautiful body, and you can’t dominate a scene if you’re worried about showing it off.”
Moira closed her eyes as Adrian’s hands began to knead at the knots in her shoulders. “Mmm. And the second?”
“You need to feel the toys you use. Which means, I’m afraid, that I’m going to use them on you.”
Moira froze, and her eyes flew open. Deep breaths. One slow breath, and then another. “Adrian. No. I can’t. Please.”
“Be calm, Moira. I will not tie you down. You will have complete control the entire time. But you can’t understand the line between pleasure and pain without having experienced it.”
“Adrian, I don’t think—”
“Do you trust me, Moira?”
She hesitated. Adrian pressed his body against hers and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He’s not Justin. Justin never asked me to trust him.
“Yes.”
“Bon.” His head dipped until his lips found the skin of her neck again. “Pick one.”
Moira swallowed and counted slowly to five before picking up a suede flogger. Adrian’s hand traveled a slow trail down her arm before he took the flogger from her hand. Stepping away, he grasped her shoulders again and steered her toward the chair she’d sat in earlier. It had a midheight semicircular wooden frame and a wide body and arms with comfortable upholstery, but he didn’t have her sit. Instead, he spun the chair around so the back was facing them.
“Hands on the back of the chair, ma chère. Did you decide on a safe word?”
Moira took a deep breath and did what he said. She’d given her safe word a lot of thought, as he’d suggested, but one word kept coming back. “Chimera.”
“A beast born of many parts. I think it fits you. Now let’s get started, shall we?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. He’s not Justin. He’s not Justin. He might hurt me a little, but he’s not going to harm me.
“I will not harm you, Moira.” It was a little uncanny, the way he knew what she was thinking. “Take a deep breath and relax. Let’s talk about breathing techniques for a moment. Have you ever taken yoga or a martial art?”
Moira’s eyes opened. “I…yes. I have.”
“Then you know how to center yourself, and calm your mind and breathing. Do that, ma Maîtresse. Remember, you are in control.”
Moira nodded, forcing her breathing and heart to calm while Adrian ran his hand up and down her back.
“You have a beautiful back. When I begin with the flogger, I’ll focus on the upper back here, on both sides of the spine, and try to avoid the spine directly. I’ll also avoid anything but the lightest of strikes on the lower back here, around the kidneys.” His hand drifted lower, following his words. “Your delectable tchu will also get some of my attention, but I’m going to use less of the flogger, so I avoid what we call wrapping. Some subs like the sharp pain that comes from the tips of the flogger wrapping around the body, but in general you want to avoid that. The same goes for your breasts and thighs. There’s a particular technique to flogging a breast. Always from the bottom up, or the sides, so as not to cause any undue damage. Ready, ma chère?”
Moira blew out her breath slowly. “No. Yes. God. I don’t know about this, Adrian.” She took another deep breath and released it even more slowly. “Fine. Ready.” She hoped.
“Remember,”
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