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Chapter Two

Kenna took her time in the restroom, washing her hands, checking her lip gloss, then pacing for a minute or two.

She stopped in front of the full-length mirror by the bathroom door, tugging at the hem of her short, pleated black skirt, then straightening the white mesh t-shirt she wore over her lacy pink bra.

She pulled in a deep breath, then blew it out.

“Okay,” she said to her reflection. “This is what you’ve dreamed of for years. You can do this. It’s just CJ.”

Fuck.

It was CJ .

She had to do some more breathing before she felt ready to walk out to the dungeon floor.

She took a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and breathed in the scent of leather as she walked past the play stations, looking for CJ—and saw her leaning against a spanking bench.

CJ gave a slight up-nod of her chin and one corner of her mouth lifted in a smile.

By the time she reached the spanking bench Kenna could feel that something had changed, that CJ’s energy had shifted.

She was most definitely in Top mode. And that made Kenna want to sink to her knees at her feet and beg her to pet her.

CJ held a hand out, and she took it. CJ drew her closer, until she was close enough that Kenna could feel the heat of her body, could smell her clean, earthy scent. She had to squeeze her thighs together to ease the sudden ache there.

This is really happening .

CJ leaned in to murmur in her ear, “I love your high heels—they make your legs look amazing—but they need to come off while we play.”

“Oh, of course,” Kenna said, about to step back to take them off. “Just let me?—”

“Uh-uh,” CJ interrupted, pulling her toward the bench. “I told you I was a service Top. Here, lean up against it.”

Kenna did as she was told and was shocked when CJ knelt, picked up her left foot and set it on her thigh to unbuckle the strap.

She slid the shoe off, brushing her fingertips over Kenna’s bare skin in a way that made her pull in a breath.

Then CJ did the same with her other foot and stood, setting the shoes aside.

“I’m not going to undress you tonight, Kenna. But are you okay if I take the shirt off? I’ll leave your bra on. And this little skirt will be easy enough to flip up, so that can stay, too.”

“Oh, I… yes, of course.”

Before she had a chance to really process anything, CJ started to slide her T-shirt over her head. “Arms up, pretty girl.”

Kenna obeyed, and just those simple actions, and those simple words, were taking her down into subspace already.

“The pink is so pretty on you. So feminine. I love it,” CJ told her, making her blush. “Now, let’s get you up on the bench. We’re going to do some breathing together before we start.”

CJ wrapped her hands around Kenna’s waist and lifted her up.

CJ may be only five-foot-three, but she was strong.

Always had been. She moved in between Kenna’s knees and stood a few inches from her face.

And god, she was so handsome-beautiful, it made her stomach flutter, bringing up every heated, yearning memory of her.

But so much hotter now. And she could feel CJ’s jeans on her inner thighs, making her wish they were both naked, that she was between her thighs for other reasons…

No. Not tonight .

CJ leaned closer, catching Kenna’s gaze with hers, and there was a fierceness in her golden-brown eyes she’d never seen before. A fierceness that was commanding and full of fire.

“Kenna. What I want you to do is align your breath with mine. No words, just follow my breathing. Can you do that?”

“Yes, CJ.”

“Okay, here we go.”

CJ took a deep inhale, and Kenna did the same, holding it for a moment as CJ did, then following her example and exhaling.

They did it over and over, until Kenna felt her shoulders going loose as she got lost in the intensity of CJ’s eyes.

She’d done the breathing exercises with other Tops before, but this was different.

CJ was right in front of her, and her gaze was locked on hers.

This was like some Tantric breathing they were doing together, building an erotic heat and a connection between them.

And it was CJ. She couldn’t escape that fact. She didn’t want to.

After a while CJ said, “Ah, good girl. Down we go now.”

She helped Kenna rearrange herself on the bench, bending her and laying her torso over the padded top section, then helping her to rest her knees on the side panels. Once CJ had her positioned, she rested a warm palm on the small of her back.

“Remember to use your safe words any time you need to. I’m going to start off easy, just familiarize myself with your body and your responses.”

“Yes, CJ,” Kenna said, trying to swallow down the sense of disbelief that still lingered.

CJ ran her hand over her back, sending shivers up her spine.

Over and over, from the back of her neck to her waist, down, then back up again, just the lightest touch that would have almost tickled if it hadn’t been so thoroughly sensual.

Then she trailed her fingers over the small of her back, and for some reason Kenna felt it as if she was stroking between her thighs.

She knew she was getting wet, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

When CJ’s fingers trailed up to the back of her neck once more, Kenna let out a little sigh—she couldn’t help it.

Then CJ massaged her shoulders lightly for a few moments, and her every touch felt so incredible.

When she feathered her fingers down Kenna’s sides, it tickled, and she giggled, but as she did it over and over, the sensation shifted until it was simply a sensual touch that felt so good she never wanted her to stop.

CJ kept touching her: her back, her sides, then the backs of her thighs, and Kenna’s sex gave a sharp squeeze.

CJ’s palms were so, so soft on her skin, her fingers a tease she could barely handle without crying out, without begging for more.

And just when her body felt as if it couldn’t take any more without needing to come, CJ pinched her thigh.

“Oh!”

“Still awake, I see?” she teased before pinching her other thigh.

She started to move from one thigh to the other, pinching, stroking, until Kenna could no longer tell the difference between the tiny hurt and the hot, sensual caress of CJ’s hands. It was pain, then pleasure, then pain, then pleasure, melting together.

She didn’t even realize she was making any sound until CJ said with a small chuckle that held an undeniably wicked edge, “Ah, Kenna. That little mewling noise. Goddamn, I love that. The mewling and the sighs… fuck, girl.”

As she spoke, she kept stroking over her skin, and there was nothing Kenna could do to control her panting breath, the tiny sighs that escaped her, then a squeak as CJ pinched her inner thigh.

“Ah!”

CJ’s mouth was suddenly right next to her ear. “Did that hurt, Kenna?”

“Mmm, yes. It hurt,” she said, aware of the breathy tone of her own voice.

“Is it too much?”

“No. No, not too much. It was just right.”

CJ let out a low chuckle that was pure sex to Kenna’s ears. She squirmed a little on the bench as need swarmed her system.

“Excellent. Because it’s time I give this delectable ass of yours a little workout.”

“Oh…”

Kenna was glad she’d worn a pretty lace thong when CJ flipped her skirt up and started by smoothing both hands over her ass; stroking, kneading, then scratching lightly with her short nails.

Then she started to pinch; tiny pinches that hurt just enough before going back to stroking her skin once more.

The first spank caught Kenna off guard, even though it barely stung.

“Oh!”

“Come on, pretty girl. You know that didn’t hurt.”

“No, CJ. It didn’t. I was just surprised.”

“It’s gonna hurt a little now, Kenna. And we’re both gonna like it.”

Kenna braced herself despite CJ’s assurance.

The next smack landed with a loud slap on her left butt cheek, hard enough to cause a good sting.

There was a brief pause while Kenna processed the sensation, then CJ did the same to the other side.

Once more she allowed Kenna that brief moment to process the pain before smacking the other cheek.

Then she began a slow, even rhythm that built bit by bit.

One smack, a brief pause, then another smack, moving from one cheek to the other.

And all the while Kenna’s body sank into the cadence of the spanking as the pain sent sparks of desire deep into her system, her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

There was no denying it was more than the sensation. It was more than being dominated.

It was because this was CJ. Because this was her longest-held fantasy come true, and even in subspace, she could barely believe it was happening, some part of her mind in stunned awe.

The cadence sped up, the spanks coming harder now, and Kenna had to breathe through the pain. But still, the pain itself was pleasure. The idea that it was CJ commanding her body this way was a kind of pleasure she’d never known before.

CJ paused to stroke a hand over Kenna’s sore flesh. “Such a pretty pink. And god, I want to see more of you, touch more of you. But not tonight. I promise. But damn, girl, you are so responsive it’s kinda killing me.”

A shiver went through Kenna at those words of approval, of admiration. And she wanted the same: to be naked with CJ. To be touched by her, everywhere. To alleviate the insistent ache between her thighs, the hardness of her nipples pressing against the lace of her bra almost painfully.

“Fuuuck,” she murmured.

Immediately CJ was next to her ear again. “Are you okay? Do you need to safeword?”

“What? Oh, no… it’s just… this feels so damn good.”

“Fuck, Kenna. It feels damn good to me, too. You feel so good. Even better than I’d imagined.”

“CJ?”

“What is it, babygirl?”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Ah, Kenna. Shit. You are killing me, girl.”