Free Model Fantasy by Abby Gordon

to her.
    “Francine?” he spoke in a low voice. “Are you all right?”
    She took a couple deep breaths before slowly raising her head. After another deep breath she looked at him. The courage of a sub could not be underestimated, Grant realized. And the majority of subs he’d come across were women. Could a man have that much inner strength? That much grace and trust to submit so completely to another person? He didn’t think he could.
    “I am now,” she replied softly.
    Standing next to her, he touched her cheek.
    “I’ll be watching your body for any signs of pain,” he assured her. “But, if you can’t handle something, tell me immediately. Discomfort for a few minutes is one thing, but if it doesn’t feel right, speak up. Tell me. Understand?” Her wide blue-green eyes held so much trust. “We haven’t come up with a safe word for you yet. Any ideas?”
    She frowned and remembered the silk on the spanking bench. “Silk or leather?”
    “Silk if everything is good and leather if anything is bad. If anything, at anytime, hurts, you say ‘leather’ and I’ll stop immediately. If I ask how you’re feeling and you’re all right with everything we’re doing, just say ‘silk’.”
    “I understand. Thank you.” She smiled.
    “Now, I’m going to put this in to get you ready for my dick here.”
    She nodded. Again, her eyes tracked his movements as he lubed the plug. He knelt behind her and lifted her ass cheeks so they parted. The puckered hole beckoned him and he put the tip against it.
    “That’s cold!”
    “Not for long,” he told her.
    Steadily pushing, he inserted the plug all the way. For a moment, he admired the firm, round, white ass before him. His hands smoothed over the smooth skin of her ass and thighs.
    “You really are the perfect woman,” he murmured. “No wonder everyone wants you to represent their product.”
    “I’m not perfect, just photogenic.” she stated, meeting his eyes. She shrugged. “Yes, the money is great, but the attention can actually get ridiculous at times. I won’t mind when the next ‘it’ girl comes along.”
    “Well, I’d say you had good fortune there.” He smiled up at her. Her words seemed genuine, but he’d learned not to trust words from a woman. “Ready for your punishment?”
    “Punishment for what?” She frowned. “I lost track.”
    “For acting like a spoiled child,” he reminded her.
    “Well, if I’m spoiled, I’d say that’s your fault,” she answered pertly.
    “My fault?”
    “For being such a good lover that I can’t get enough of you.”
    “Uh-huh.” He nodded, standing and brushing her long hair over her shoulder to leave her back bare. He went to the cabinet. “Nice try, sweetheart.
    He opened the top drawer and pulled out one of his favorite toys—a soft tipped cat o’ nine tails. It wasn’t so much for punishment, but for teasing a sub and keeping them on the edge. If she thought he’d taken her to the brink before, she’d be nearly incoherent by the time they were done with this scene.
    Francine stared at the device in his hand. Several leather strips hung from a leather-wrapped wand. He was going to use that on her? No fucking way! He stepped toward her and she opened her mouth. Before she could speak, he raised his arm and swung it around.
    She gasped as the leather hit her back. Not from pain, although it did sting a bit. More from just being struck than anything. Now he trailed the leather strips up her leg, and she closed her eyes. Okay, now she got it. He was going to tease her with this thing. She bit her bottom lip as he pulled it away. The strips came down and wrapped around her right hip.
    He repeated the action continually, leaving little of her back untouched. And she felt her ass cheeks tremble from the effort of keeping the plug in. He went to the cabinet and picked up a bigger plug. With a small moan, she rested her forehead against the center support. He pulled the plug out and carefully