Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Chapter 15

So sorry for the delay lovelies!  Had to deal with some computer issues...  But without further ado... Enjoy!

"Are you ready, Princess?" Ash asks as he cups my cheek in his hand. My eyes flutter shut as I lean into his touch and take a deep, calming breath.

"Yes," I whisper. I open my eyes again when he pulls away and holds his hands out for me with a soft smile. Placing my hands in his, I allow him to pull me up so that I'm standing in front of him. He drapes my arms around his neck before wrapping his around my waist.

"Tell me your colours." His voice is stern but his eyes are soft, shining with a hint of concern.

"Red, yellow, green." My voice is barely above a whisper and I feel a little light headed at the thought of Ash potentially hurting me, but this is a safe place, and I trust Ash... don't I?

"And you're sure about this?" I nod and he squeezes my hip in warning.

"Y-yes, I'm sure."

"Good boy," he praises before capturing my lips in a soft kiss. He pulls away and takes my hand, leading me to stand in front of the cross. "Face the cross." I turn around and let my eyes take in the structure before me while listening to Ash shuffle around. "What's your colour?" I turn my head and furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"We haven't even done anything yet..."

"I know, which is why it's even more imperative that I know where you're at mentally right now. Don't make me ask again." A shiver runs down my spine at the authoritative tone and I clear my throat to try and rid myself of the sudden lump that seems to have formed.

"Green." He nods and takes my left hand and lifts it up so he can secure it to one of the arms of the cross. Once he finishes with that hand, he slides his fingertips down the length of my arm and across my shoulders to the right side. He takes my right hand in his and presses a kiss to each of my knuckles before securing that one as well. I close my eyes once he walks away and work on steadying my breathing. When I feel his hot breath fan across my neck, I jump and my eyes shoot open as I glance at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Relax, Princess," he says softly, sliding his hands up and down my bare sides slowly. "Where are you at now that you're bound?" he asks and then places a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Still green, Daddy," I whisper.

He hums and trails his lips over to my neck, sucking on the skin softly. I tilt my head to the side to give him more room and groan at the sensation of him marking me. I feel the soft tresses of the flogger slide up my leg and a my entire body shudders in anticipation. He places a soft kiss over the mark and squeezes my hip.

"We'll start slow, okay? And please, for the love of god, Luke – communicate with me."

"Yes, Daddy."

He takes a deep breath and steps back from me. I can feel the wind coming from the flogger as he gets a rhythm going behind me before it connects with my skin. I flinch slightly and close my eyes, breathing slow and deep with my head tilted down. Like promised, he starts off slow and gentle. So slow and gentle, in fact, that the tresses are just barely grazing my skin and it almost... tickles.

I know for a fact that he's warming me up for what's to come, and my heart swells slightly at the care he's taking to make sure that everything is going well. He knows about my past experiences, he knows of my fears and trauma, and he's more than happy to work at my pace and within my boundaries, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to properly express my gratitude to him.

"Still green?" he asks, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy. I'm going to pick it up a bit, is that okay?"