Page 105 of Redline Baby

"Yes, Daddy."

Soren's mouth curves because he sees exactly how excited I am, and I see that he likes my answer too.

"All right." He lowers his voice slightly. "It'll be two parts. One tonight. One tomorrow morning."

I blink. "Two?"

"You knew you had access to a phone and deliberately chose not to check in."

I pout.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy."

Then he reaches for his belt. My eyes drop. Oh. Fuck.

Soren notices. "Belt okay?"

My entire body goes hot. "Yes."

His eyebrow goes up.

"Yes, Daddy."

“Before your next ride, we're also adding a battery check to Rule Three."

I groan.

"We'll talk about exactly what that looks like together."

"Okay.”

"Good boy."

Then Soren leads me through the door into Redline's main kink space. The lighting is lower here, pendant bulbs glowing amber above padded sections of floor. The common room doesn't disappear behind us so much as soften, all the voices dropping into a different register. There are cages, crosses, spanking benches, scenes already happening in several corners.

Word travels through Redline at supernatural speed. By the time Soren gets me halfway across the room, the audience is assembling. Mainly my friends. Because my friends enjoy watching me suffer.

He chooses a spanking bench near the back wall, solid wood, well-used, the padding worn smooth where bodies have spent a lot of time. I've seen this bench a hundred times. I've watched other people bend over it. I've been over it myself once before, long ago.

Soren stops beside it. His hand leaves my back.

"Jacket off."

I shrug it off. The room is warm enough for the T-shirt underneath. I fold the jacket and put it on a nearby stool.

Soren stands beside the bench with the belt folded loosely in one hand, his expression calm. Then I lower myself over the bench. The position is familiar from the shop and the apartment: hips over the padded edge, weight on my forearms, chest against vinyl. What's different is the audience. I can't see most of them because my face is angled toward the wall, but I can feel them behind me.

I fucking love it.

Soren lowers my jeans and my briefs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His hand settles at the small of my back.

"Still green?"

"Green, Daddy."

The belt lifts.