Free Twice Shy (The Restraint Series) by Jill C Flanagan, Jill Christie Page A

it. Watching a strong woman control his physical being was a sexual high. Pleasing Cee was the ultimate goal, and the ultimate rush.
    He waited outside the Casino in the warm dusk, wearing casual clothes as ordered, waiting for Cee to pick him up. He didn’t have to wait long. She was wearing a blue semi-transparent top and a flowy skirt. Not too dressy.
    The trip was short, to a small two-story apartment complex. So not the club then. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
    She took his hand again. That little intimacy meant so much.
    On the ground level at the end of the hall, she unlocked the door and let him in. It was roomy, airy, without clutter and filled with artwork. Cee always did love art.
    She gave him a quick tour, and then led him to a room. Inside it was a mini-dungeon. He’d done a lot of research and learned quite a bit when he tested the waters before. There was a massage table, a small St. Andrew’s Cross and a spanking bench. Strangely, a loveseat in one corner.
    “This is just going to be a training session. Your first.” She smiled, almost shyly but not quite. “Hopefully there are going to be many more. You won’t truly submit to me. It takes time. We’re just exploring here, okay?”
    His nerves spiked. He started to breathe faster. She led him to the massage table, her warm soft hands pushing him. On closer inspection, it was more like a table he had seen in a doctor’s office. His hair was standing on end and he felt cold. “Give me your shirt. Lie face up for me, Bren, okay?”
    He nodded spastically. His nipples pebbled in the warm air.
    “What color are you at, Bren?”
    She’d told him to gauge his feelings by the traffic light system. Red was the safeword. The scene would stop and there would be no more sexual play that day if the safeword was said. It motivated a person to be really sure before they said it. Yellow was discomfort. They would discuss the discomfort. Green was all good.
    “Green. Scared shitless, but green.”
    Her eyes flashed with something that made his insides all warm and safe. “Green what, Bren?”
    “Miss.”
    “Good. Now, for now, we’re going to discard green. Make an okay sign with your hand. Good. I’ll make that sign when I’m checking on you. If you’re green, you’ll do it back. If not, say yellow or red. If at any time you are at yellow or red, tell me. Communication is very important.” Her smooth, quiet voice commanded him. Intimately she leaned against his shoulder. “There’s no reason to be scared, Bren. I would never hurt you.”
    “It’s not quite that sort of scared, Miss.” As he lay on the table, his dick got harder, anticipating. The base of his spine tingled.
    “Talk to me. Dominance and submission is all about communication. What kind of scared?”
    He tried to think it through in his head, but he wasn’t really firing on all cylinders right now. “I want this. I so want this. But it’s sort of like losing your virginity, you know?”
    Cee kissed his forehead, and he calmed at the touch. “I am so grateful, Brendan, that you chose to save your submission for me.”
    She retrieved two rubber circles out of her pocket. “Now stay still, Bren.”
    Cee traced her fingertips around his nipples, gently pinching one, and then the other. He couldn’t stifle a groan. It was taking all his strength not to force his hips upward.
    Tracing down to his button fly, with excruciating slowness, she unbuttoned him.
    Stacy loved Brendan’s reaction. His groans went straight to her nether regions, and she felt her inner muscles clench. His voice was amazing. His groans, oh, his groans zinged under her belly, giving her butterflies and pre-orgasmic tension. It wouldn’t take much to get her off after she took care of him.
    She took hold of his hard cock, hot to the touch. Lubricated at the end. Wet with pre-come. The tremors in his body increased. She made the ‘okay’ sign, which he mirrored. “Remember, Bren, if