This is a safe space, Brie reminded herself.
“As you know, I plan to use the sex swing tonight, but I am open to doing something different if you prefer.”
She smiled, appreciating his offer. “No, Baron. I’m looking forward to it. Truly.”
Baron nodded. “You’re in charge tonight. However, if there comes a point when I feel we should stop, I will end our session myself.”
Brie placed her hand on his. “I trust you.”
“I value that more than you know, kitten.”
She gazed at him with a heart full of gratitude. “You’ve been supportive of me from our very first scene together at the Training Center. And you came to my rescue when I was at the Kinky Goat. You have earned my trust many times over, Baron.”
He gently cupped her chin with his large hand. “I want you to lean into that trust tonight.”
When Baron pressed his full lips against her mouth, Brie closed her eyes, drawing strength from his gentle kiss.
Pulling away, he commanded, “Strip for me, kitten. I leave it up to you how much you take off.”
Baron’s decision allowing her to choose how much skin she wanted to bare certainly created a different dynamic for Brie. However, she was determined to match the same level of submission she’d experienced her first time scening with him.
As she stripped, Brie purposely kept her gaze on him while she slowly removed each piece of clothing. She knew that the process of undressing was an important part of a scene—but tonight, that was doubly true.
For Brie, this was her declaration of freedom from Holloway and the damage he had inflicted on her.
“Beautiful,” Baron murmured when she stood before him completely naked.
Brie lowered her eyes, smiling inside and out. “Thank you, Baron.”
“Do you consent?” he asked in a husky voice, nodding toward the dark purple swing with gold hand-and-foot holds hanging in the air.
“I do, Baron. Very much so.”
Lifting her off the ground, Baron carried her in his muscular arms to the swing. Before placing her in it, he looked down at her intently. She could see his concern for her in his hazel eyes.
Kissing her again, Baron infused her with his masculine energy.
Setting Brie into the swing, he helped guide her feet into the hanging stirrups while she grabbed the hand supports. Having her legs spread and her pussy splayed definitely made her feel exposed and vulnerable, but she wanted to relive the full experience of their first scene.
She was caught off guard the moment Baron let go and she started to swing in midair. Brie suddenly panicked. She felt completely out of control as she swayed above the ground, and she struggled in the harness.
Whimpering in fear, she cried out for Baron.
“Shh…” he replied calmly, immediately returning to her and holding the swing still. Even though her heart was still racing, Brie was comforted by his presence and began to relax.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The swing is definitely a trigger for me,” she admitted. “Swaying helplessly in midair intensifies feeling out of control for me. But…” She looked up at him in surprise. “…I think it was the separation from you that set it off. As soon as you let go, I was completely unraveled.”
It was something of a relief to Brie. She was happy it wasn’t submitting to Baron that she feared, but the loss of connection with him.
“I have a solution for that,” he stated confidently. “I want you to kiss me as I let go of the swing.”
Brie nodded even though she felt fearful butterflies in her stomach. When Baron let go and she started to swing weightlessly in the air, she lifted her head. The instant their lips connected, she felt grounded again.
“Yes…” she murmured when he broke the kiss.
“Whenever you need that connection, I want you to kiss me.”
She smiled. “It would be my pleasure, Baron.”
He was creative, using the potency of his touch, the magic of his kisses, and a variety of sensation tools to build her confidence step by step. When he felt she was finally ready, he told her, “I’m going to make you orgasm while you swing in the air.”
Her eyes widened. The idea both excited and frightened her. “I’m not sure I can climax,” she told him shyly.
“Do you remember the gel?” he asked with a sexy smirk.
Brie grinned, remembering the sensual heat caused by the gel he had used during one of their first scenes. It was potent enough that it had gotten her overly excited.
“Unlike the last time, you are allowed to come. In fact, I command it,” he replied with a low, inviting growl. “But first, I want to caress this beautiful body of yours.”
Brie watched as he ran his dark hands over her body. She delighted in their different skin tones because it made for a striking contrast.
She bit her lip when Baron reached between her legs and lightly rubbed her pussy before applying the gel. She instantly felt the heat begin to build as he spread the watery gel over her clit and outer lips.
After wiping his hands clean, Baron went back to gliding them over her body, concentrating on her shoulders, breasts, and stomach.
The gel made her clit super sensitive, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure whenever he used the lightest of touches on her clit. In no time, Baron had her squirming in the swing with desire.
Brie’s eyes widened when he took out a bullet vibrator. “Do you consent, kitten?”
She nodded, moaning with excitement just thinking about the bullet touching her clit.
Baron turned it on, filling the room with the buzz of the small instrument. Holding on to the swing, he kept her still while he pressed the bullet against the side of her clit. Goosebumps rose on her skin as her body responded to the sensual vibration making her pussy extremely wet.
Baron let go of the swing while still pressing the bullet against her. The brief sway unsettled Brie, but for some reason that slight feeling of loss of control seemed to excite her.
Taking hold of the swing again, Baron removed the vibrator and smiled down at her. “When I release the swing again, I want you to adjust to the feeling of freedom.
Freedom…
It suddenly struck Brie that she was interpreting the feeling of leaving the ground as being out of control when before she’d embraced it as a form of freedom. Of flight…
She’d just experienced another breakthrough, realizing that it was the same association she’d made with being blindfolded and being tied in Tono’s jute.
Having the power to change that misaligned perspective was life-affirming for Brie.
She gazed into Baron’s hazel eyes and voiced her deepest desire, “I long to feel that freedom again.”
“I know, kitten,” he murmured.
Baron let go of the swing, allowing it to sway slightly as he used the bullet to play with her clit. Brie’s nipples hardened as her climax began to build.
Her excitement was laced with a tinge of fear, but she’d decided that facing that challenge head-on was exactly what she needed.
It took time for her to fully let go but, as soon as she did, her thighs began to shake. Baron leaned down and whispered gruffly, “Come for me, kitten.”
Brie threw her head back, embracing the thrill of her impending orgasm, coupled with the swaying movements of the swing.