Free Her One and Only Dom by Tamsin Baker Page A

cross, cages full of “toys.”
    Simone
suppressed her shudder and turned toward her “Master.” She could do this, she
was certain of it. There was no way the woman at the club was right.
    Patrick
flexed his shoulders. “You’re one hundred per cent sure about this?”
    Absolutely not! Simone nodded,
“Yes, I trust you.”
    “You
remember your safe words?”
    Simone
nodded again, her heart hammering in her chest. “Yes. Yellow
and red.”
    Patrick
nodded and pointed to the spanking bench.
    “Remove
your clothes, but keep your underwear on. Bend over the spanking bench and grab
your ankles.”
    Simone
inhaled sharply, fear slicing through her. She was waiting for the excitement
to follow, but there wasn’t much of that.
    It
didn’t matter. This was more for Patrick than herself. He gave her so much of
what she needed, and she wanted to be able to give him the same.
    Simone
stripped off her top, skirt, and boots. She shivered as she looked at the
spanking bench. That thing looked scary as hell and would make her completely
vulnerable to anything Patrick wanted to do to her. She supposed that was the
point.
    A
hard tap on her bum made her yelp and jump. “I don’t like waiting, pet.”
    Simone
hurried over to the bench and bent forward to grab her ankles, her face
flushing with mortification. This was just embarrassing.
    “I’m
sorry, sir.”
    Patrick
squatted down and used silk scarves to tie her wrists to her ankles.
    “How
does that feel? Not too tight?”
    Simone
shook her head and Patrick smiled at her. “Use words Simone, you aren’t gagged.
Not yet anyway.”
    Simone’s
belly heaved at the idea of being gagged. Why wouldn’t he want her to talk? How
horrible could this really be? “No ... they feel fine.”
    She
took a deep breath and closed her eyes to try to remain calm. This wasn’t fun
and she wasn’t sure she could stay in this position for very long. She already
wanted to get up, get away from this.
    “My
job is to find out where you boundaries are, pet, but you must let me know
also. Talk to me.”
    Simone
shivered as Patrick laid a calming hand on her lower back. What would he say if
he knew that she was hating this? Would he stop, or
worse, would he be disappointed in her?
    She
cleared her throat. “What are you going to do with me, sir?”
    Patrick
stroked down her spine and then up again. It was lovely, soothing, and Simone
relaxed a little under it. “I’m going to see if you like a little pain with
your pleasure.”
    He
walked away and Simone forced herself to take another
breath. She trusted Patrick, she had to.
    “You
have the most gorgeous ass, Simone and I want to see it nice and pink from my
paddle. We’re going to count to ten, all right?”
    Simone
nodded and got a sharp smack to her ass in reprimand. It stung like crazy but
she forced the words out. “Yes, sorry. Yes. Sir.”
    There
was a whistling sound, followed by a smack to her ass by the paddle. It stung
and made her feel humiliated. Her face flushed with blood and she bit her lip.
    He
swung it again and she whimpered. She couldn’t do this, oh my God, how was she
going to keep him if she couldn’t even do this?
    Simone
tensed for the next one, holding her breath, her muscles shaking with the need
to escape.
    Then
she felt Patrick’s hand soothing her and a sob escaped her. He’d stopped, thank
God.
    He
bent down and released her wrists. Relief swamping her, she helped him free her
ankles. Simone saw stars as the blood rushed up to her head. Her belly tight
with dread, she looked up at her lover, confused and terrified of what was
about to come.
    Patrick’s
face was grim but, his hands were kind as they cupped her chin. Tears filled
her eyes as her heart shattered inside her chest.
    “This
isn’t what you want sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
    Simone
burst into tears, knowing he was right. She was fighting him, and not because
she wanted more of the same like some “brats” did, but because she didn’t