untied.”
Bodie admired the indents in her skin, some blushing pink, others a darker shade. “And what are you going to do with a bronzed bar stool?”
“Who knows? Keep it in the living room and make it a focal point.”
She snorted, flexing her fingers as they began to tingle. Braun covered them with his, and she saw the concern in his eyes fade as he felt their warmth. “Please don’t. We’d never be able to look at it again without thinking of tonight, and we wouldn’t survive ourselves if we lived in perpetual horniness.”
“We’d die happy.” Braun made short work of her arms, then growled when she shivered. He straightened from his crouch, moving over to one of the vertical poles and yanking something free. He returned to her with a knife in hand. “Safety blade only, Bodie. I want to get you tucked up and resting.”
Trusting him, she sat trembling as he cut away the harness on her chest. When he draped a blanket over her shoulders and wrangled the sweats and her panties back into place, she huddled into the warmth and smiled. Cuddling with Braun was her most favorite part of sex...well, aside from the whole being pleasured to within an inch of her life part.
Her eyelids drooped.
Dozing, she sensed him moving around, and then she was finally hoisted into his arms. She curled into him, rubbing her face into his throat as the motion of him walking lulled her to sleep.
*
His little subbie was all tuckered out.
Supremely pleased with himself, Braun carried her back to their usual spot in the bar. He settled them into the seating pit, glowering at anyone who came close enough to disturb them, and simply sat rocking her, his own eyes half-closed.
Atticus was nowhere to be seen, probably off scening with a willing subbie who’d caught his eye.
When he stirred, Braun noted the number of people in the bar had diminished considerably. When he checked his watch, he blinked in surprise—more time had passed than he’d realized, and Bodie was still nestled into him.
That had been one hell of a reintroduction, and not quite the one he’d imagined. His idea had been to give her sweet and romantic; maybe some candles scattered around the bathroom, the bedroom. Woo his girl back into the swing of things, just the two of them. No kink, just them.
But she’d flown so high beneath the flogger. So high, he’d seen the universe glinting in those blue depths as she stared blindly into space. He’d never been able to resist a woman who could lose herself so completely, give herself over freely, and Bodie was his to take as he wished. Resistance wasn’t his forte when it came to her—six months of celibacy, of not touching her even after the doc cleared it—had tested his willpower to shattering point.
Fuck, it had shattered tonight.
A shirt and purple bra draped over the edge of the pit as Jasper stepped over to sit beside Braun. “Quite the display you put on, brother. Think you made half the Doms in there green with envy.”
Braun chuckled. “If they paid more attention to their own subs and less to mine, they wouldn’t need to be. Where did everyone go?”
Jasper stretched out his long legs, making himself comfortable. “Atticus is herding out the stragglers from barn three and closing it down. Loki is still on the front desk, and Anarchy...” He glanced over his shoulder. “She’s being a star employee and cleaning shit like the world will end if it doesn’t get done tonight.”
“You like clean,” Braun pointed out.
“I also like to play with subs who know what the hell they’re getting into with me,” he shot back, frustrated. “Watching a scene and living it are two very different quantities, Braun. We’ve had this conversation before. Anarchy wouldn’t like me if she knew the real me. These pretty fantasies she has in her head...they’re just not realistic.”
“Then you’d best tell her that.”
“She won’t listen. For some reason, I check her boxes.”
Braun rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can see where you’re confused. It’s not like you’re attractive or anything. And, you know, you give aftercare like a dick, so God knows what the poor girl sees in you.”
“Fuck you, nobody ever complains about my aftercare.” Jasper huffed. Wisely, he changed the conversation. “Connie and Liam are at the house, by the way, with a special delivery. They’ll bring it over as soon as the coast is clear.”
Ah, well that explained Atticus’s slightly premature eviction of