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I love you, Becks.
Kink Bingo Demonstration
Emily was nervous to say the least as they waited to start their demonstration. Despite Beckett’s words of encouragement and reassurance that she would be safe, as they took the stage, Emily’s stomach was in knots. She lead to a chair that faced away from the audience and a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Beckett was the last thing she saw before her vision was gone and all she knew was what had been planned.
Beckett ordered Kiel to present himself against the desk that was set up, hands resting on the top and bent over. He pulled the submissive’s pants down and grabbed the anal plug and lubricant, beginning to prep the other man to take the toy. He began to work the toy slowly into his ass before filling him up with it completely, his free hand reaching up and grabbing his hair, pulling roughly so the submissive’s back was arched.
Beckett told Kiel he was to keep count as he spanked him and brought his hand down upon the skin with a loud slap. Kiel counted out each one until they reached 30 and Beckett rubbed his hand over the pink skin, admiring his handiwork. He praised the submissive, taking the salve that was sitting on the desk and rubbing it on the raw skin, before removing the plug. He told Kiel to stand and fix his pants as he went back over to remove Emily’s blindfold. There were tears in her eyes but the demo was over and he took her back to his room to get her some tea.
See something you like, my dear?
Of course. You’re gorgeous Sir.
Clean || Beckett/Artie, 2.25
This wasn’t smart. She knew it wasn’t. But the good thing was, Beckett probably didn’t give enough of a damn to bring her under his thumb like Lennon had. So Artie could do this without fear of the same thing happening. Without the fear of some obsessive asshole trying to run her life. Pushing aside her confusing, swirling mind, she walked over to Beckett’s room, still just wrapped in her towel from her shower, having only paused by her room to drop off her shower caddy. After a moment of hesitation, she knocked and knelt at his door, already feeling the familiar, comforting sensation of submitting settling onto her shoulders, her body tingling in anticipation of what she was hoping to come.
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