Let It Snow (61 page)

"I'm still yellow."

"Good. Back to what we need to do to get you back to green."

"I need a hug."

"That's an easy fix." Finn gently gathered Mac into his side and wrapped his arms around her. You are so brave, do you know that?"

"I don't feel brave. I feel like a flake."

"Being brave is doing something when it's scary. You've done so many things that scare you in the last week. I bet more than you've done in the last five years. Am I right?"

"Probably."

"Do you want to fall asleep like this, or should we try spooning?"

"That's a hard one."

Finn groaned. "You're killing me. If you were any other sub, you'd be getting punished for teasing me with sexual innuendo, but in your case, I think it's a positive step forward. For now."

Mac looked up at Finn's face and flashed him a cheeky grin. He smiled back and said, "Kiss me goodnight."

She stretched up and gave him a firm kiss on the mouth and held it for a second before burrowing herself into his side.

He caressed her cheek and said, "Thank you, love. I'll expect a good morning kiss upon waking. Sweet dreams, baby."

"Goodnight, Finn. Thank you for being patient with me."

"My pleasure. Now, sleep."

"Hi Mac, I just called to wish you luck for tonight."

"Thanks, Sully. How are you feeling?"

"Still fucking ouchy, but they keep insisting I will live. Some days, I'm not convinced."

"Don't over-do it. Our deal has an expiry date. I only agreed to the Christmas schedule, not one concert more, and you are already into me for two, count 'em, two very large favours to be named later."

"See, I knew you'd be reminding me at every opportunity. I'm almost sorry I called. So, enough with the small talk, how are things going with Finn? You've slept over every night this week."

Mac smiled. "Things are going fine. He's so tolerant and patient. If I were him, I'd have dumped my ass before I'd even picked it up."

"Stop getting down on yourself. I am so proud of you and how far you've come. You deserve good things, and I think Finn is one of them. Truth be told, I think he deserves you too. You're good people."

"While I have you on the phone, can I ask a favour?"

"Sure. Is this one of those to be named later favours I owe you?"

"Nope, because I think you're going to like this one."

"Lay it on me."

"A few nights ago, Finn asked me if I'd be willing to try a scene if I felt safe and had the opportunity. I told him I would, but no nudity, no restraints, and you had to be there. I want to try before the play party on Sunday. Will you help?"

"What does Finn say?"

"I haven't talked to him about it. I wanted to talk to you first because I want it to be a surprise, but I don't know if that's really feasible."

"You know I'll do whatever you need. I'll be honoured to help, but this isn't the kind of surprise you can spring on him. The three of us are going to have to have a long, detailed discussion about this. How about tomorrow over lunch. That should give you both time to be rested after tonight's concert, but provide plenty of time for us to figure it all out before you need to prepare for tomorrow night's gig."

"Thanks, Sully."

"You're welcome. Do you want to talk to Finn about this, or would you like me to do it."

"I'll do it."

"Good girl."

"I'll let that slide."

"Cheeky wench."

"Sully?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"Thank you for always being there. I don't think I would have survived without you."

"You're welcome. Whatever you need, Mac. Always."

"Okay, enough. I'm getting all soppy. I've gotta go, it's almost show time."

"I'll see you at lunch tomorrow. I'll take a cab, so you don't need to worry about me when deciding where you'll be laying your head tonight."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mac turned around to see Finn and she gave him her biggest smile.

"What are you up to? That's not the usual smile you have for me."

"I wanted to wait until later, but I guess now is as good a time as any." Mac closed her eyes and let the words spill out as fast as she could. "I just got off the phone with Sully. I want a scene before Sunday's play party, and Sully has agreed to help. I wanted it to be a surprise, but Sully said it wasn't the kind of surprise one springs on you."

"Sully was right. I appreciate the sentiment, Mac, but, do you think you're ready for this?"

"I'm going to have to be ready some day, and Sunday is as good a day as any. Besides, it's not like you've haven't taken every opportunity to slip in a little D/s dynamic when you thought I wasn't looking."

"Guilty as charged. Okay, we can give it a go, but first we'll have to discuss our check-lists. We can go over them tonight when we get home. Also, we'll have to get together to talk it through with Sully."

"Already sorted. He's coming to lunch tomorrow. Oh shit. I really shouldn't have made plans for you and your house without checking. I'm sorry. Do you want me to call him back and reschedule?

"Stop and take a breath. It's fine. Yes, you should probably check with me before booking me or my house, but if I had something planned for tomorrow, you'd have known it, so no harm done."

Finn woke Mac by peppering her face with tiny kisses. Once her eyes were open, he settled in for a long, deep kiss. "Good morning, baby. You had a quiet night last night."

Mac's eyes lit up as she smiled. "I did. I'm a little surprised, considering I'm nervous about this afternoon."

"We'll take it all really slow. You'll know exactly how the scene is going to go. No surprises and no pressure. I've got your hard limits branded in my brain, but we'll go over them again with Sully before we start.

It occurred to me last night, we've never discussed your orgasms. You've slept here every night for a week. So, I know you haven't had any then, but have you been giving yourself orgasms when you are at your place?"

"I've been responsible for my own orgasm pretty much my whole life, so, yes, I've been taking care of business when I get home."

"That stops now. Regardless of whether or not we have sex, the only orgasms you get are the ones I let you have. Are we clear?"

Mac scowled."What's the big deal? God only knows when, or even if I'm ever going to have sex again, so..."

"Enough. Beyond the fact that I told you no, I do have a reason for denying you. How many orgasms do you give yourself a week, on average?"

"I dunno, between three and five a day, so twenty-one to thirty-five a week?"

"Do you ever go a day or more without?"

"Rarely. Orgasms make me happy, so I may as well be happy every day."

"I'm afraid you won't be getting that kind of happy for a while, sweetheart."

"You can't be with me all day every day, so what's to stop me from giving myself orgasms when you aren't around?"

"You know the answer to that, Mac. Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, actually I do."

"Do you trust me to make decisions that may not result in your immediate gratification?"

"I think so."

"Not good enough, Mac. If I'm your Dom, and let's face it, you said it yourself the other night, we've got some semblance of a D/s relationship, then your job as my sub is to obey me, or use your safeword."

"You have a fair point. And yes, I do trust you. I'm just not happy that you're taking my orgasms away."

"I'm not taking them away, I'm just deferring them. Don't worry, you'll get them back, and I think you will be much happier with them when you do."

"I'm going to trust you on this, but if what you claim doesn't come to pass, you may want to be very cautious in everything you do, and you may need to sleep with one eye open."

Finn chuckled. "I won't let you down, love. I promise."

"So, um, how long will I be orgasmless, anyway?"

"As long as I say you will. End of discussion."

"I could be certifiably insane by the end of the week, you know."

"I doubt it, but it's a chance I'm willing to take."

"I don't think I like you very much right now."

"Are you feeling deprived and needy already? When was your last orgasm?"

"Friday. I didn't have time yesterday. What little time I had at home was spent placating a very angry kitty."

"About Gounod. I think you should bring him to stay here. He's more than welcome. You sleep here every night, and while I could stay with you sometimes, except for poor Gounod being lonely, our current sleeping arrangements seem to be working. So, what do you say?"

"He might pee or poop somewhere inappropriate to make his displeasure known."

"That's okay, we'll steal a pair of Sully's shoes for him."

Mac struggled not to laugh, "Okay, we can try it for a week, but I reserve the right to safeword out and you'll have to be the one to steal Sully's shoes."

"Deal. I'm hungry. How about some breakfast?"

"A most excellent idea. Shall I make toast?"

"Absolutely. You're getting quite good at it."

"Make sure my bacon is extra crispy."

"As you wish. Now up with you, wench."

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Mac absorbed the warmth of Finn's embrace as she tried to decide whether she was completely crazy, or just a little nuts. What was she thinking, asking for a scene? Red. One little word and it all goes away. Then what? The prospect of never knowing was becoming worse than taking a chance.

"You're thinking too hard, sweetie. Colour, please."

"I needed a minute with myself, but I'm green"

"Alright, love, just like we talked about. A nice simple over the knee spanking. You've got a bra and underwear on and Sully's here. I won't use restraints, but if you move your hands or legs, even an inch from where I put them, I will have to hold you down for your own safety. You can do this. Five smacks and we're done. Ready?"

"What if I said no?"

"Then we'd wait until you are ready or safeword out. Are you saying no?"

"I'm saying yes, I'm ready."

"Good girl.

"I'm going to go sit on that chair now. Sully is going to be sitting next to me so you can see his face. When I call you, come to me and lay over my lap. I'll use my hands to help you get into the right position, but as long as you stay still, I'll only rest my left hand on the small of your back. If you move, I'll need to use my leg to keep your legs still, and my hand will hold your hands at the small of your back. Understood?"

"Got it."

"Good girl."

Mac couldn't help feeling abandoned when Finn left for his chair. She was thankful he didn't make her wait too long before calling her because she was worried she'd wimp out.

Finn beckoned. "I'm ready for you, love." Mac took a couple of shaky breaths before walking across the room and laying herself over his lap. "Good girl. You're doing fine. I need you to shift forward so your hips are snug against my thigh and then extend your legs back with your knees straight. Bend your toes like you're wearing high heels and use them to support your legs."

"I don't know if I can do this. I feel like I'm going to topple over."

"You've got it exactly right. Don't worry love, you'll feel a lot more stable in just a minute. Now, I want you to stretch your hands to the floor until you can touch it with your palms... Perfect." Mac felt like she was playing some perverted version of Twister. Once Finn placed his hand on the small of her back, her universe righted itself. "Mac, safewords please?"

"Yellow for a minute or to change something, red to bail."

"Good, here we go." Mac waited for the first strike, but when it didn't come, she started to lift her head. "Don't move. I'll get to it on my time, not yours."

A pause, and then a hand rubbing circles over her ass-cheeks. The rubbing morphed into kneading, and back to rubbing. When the first blow finally came, it nearly took her breath away. She had been so wrapped up in the massage, she wasn't prepared for the smack itself, let alone the force of it.

"FUCK!"

"Give me a colour."

Mac paused for a minute and caught her breath. "Green. I'm green."

"Good girl. You'll learn to expect the unexpected."

The pain continued to bloom and her bottom warmed. Finn resumed her ass massage and just as she relaxed into it, he struck her other buttock.

"FUCK, that hurts." Mac sucked in a big breath and groaned.

"Colour, love."

"Green."

"Such a good girl. Only three more."

"Can we pretend we're done?"

"Not if you want to graduate from fantasy-land to the real world."

Mac was relieved when Finn went back to that nice rubbing massage, and almost reared up when he launched two more smacks in quick succession. One on each cheek. The only thing that stopped her was the tiny voice of self-preservation reminding her, moving meant restraint.

"FECKING GODDAM SON OF A FECKING BITCH!"

"Colour, Mac?"

"I'm fecking green, but that was mean."

"Think about where you are and what you've taken so far. Not just for me, but for yourself. Sweetheart, you are so amazing. You've had four really big swats and you didn't move. You came pretty close with those last two, but you didn't. We're down to the last one, okay? I won't make you wait this time."

Before she could answer, her ass was on fire. It was harder than the rest and right on her sit-spot.

"I don't like you very much right now."

"That's okay. You will again later, and I can wait. Up you get." Finn wrapped a blanket around her and led her to the after-care area. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, mindful of her tender bottom. Mac snuggled in and automatically opened her lips to the water-bottle Finn held there. She drank greedily, not realising how thirsty she was. When she'd had enough, she pulled her head away, and accepted the small piece of chocolate Finn slipped into her mouth. She sucked on it as she let her mind hover into nothingness.

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