Page 13 of Certified To Handle You 2

My heart started racin’ so fast it almost pissed me off. I wrapped my towel around me and left my phone right there on the counter, then stepped out the bathroom and headed downstairs.

The closer I got, the heavier that feelin’ sat in my chest.

By the time I made it to the door, my hand hovered over the knob for a second before I finally grabbed it and walked in.

Kay’Lo was standin’ in the middle of the room with a thick black rope in his hand. He was shirtless, wearin’ nothin’ but black slacks that sat low on his waist. The red lightin’ in the room bounced off his skin, catchin’ on the ink across his chest, stomach and arms, and that shit alone made my stomach drop.

The room itself was quiet, clean, and laid out in a way that made everything in here clear without nobody havin’ to explain it. The walls was dark, the lightin’ was low but not dim to the point where you couldn’t see, and the mirrors was set up around the room so you could catch every angle no matter where you stood or how you moved.

Right in the center was a black leather bench that was shaped to hold yo’ body in place once you got on it. Off to the side was a padded chair with straps already attached to the arms and legs. There was a swing set up toward the back, hooked to a heavy metal frame that ain’t move no matter how much weight was on it. A low table sat along the wall with restraints built into it, and right next to that was a section where cuffs was already fixed in place if ‘Lo wanted me standin’ up.

Everything else was organized. Ropes coiled up neat on the table, leather cuffs lined up beside ‘em, a couple straps laid flat, bottles of oil, folded towels, and drawers that stayed closed unless Kay’Lo was the one openin’ them. Nothin’ in here was thrown around or out of place. It was all clean and all set.

Of course, none of this shit was new to me.

Any time I cut up or pushed him too far, Kay’Lo brought me in here and handled me the way he felt like I needed to be handled. And no matter how it started, no matter how much I thought I was gon’ stand on whatever I said, I always left out this damn room feelin’ different.

“You already know what you ‘spose to be doin’ right now,” he said with his eyes locked on me.

I ain’t argue. I just nodded…

I walked over to the bench, lettin’ the towel fall from my body before I climbed up and positioned myself how he liked it; my knees spread, my ass lifted and my hands braced in front of me while my ankles lined up with the rails.

The leather was cool against my skin, but my body was already heatin’ up, and my breath was comin’ out heavier than I wanted it to. I felt that wetness startin’ to build between my pussy lips before I even realized what was happenin’.

“Oh my God…” I muttered under my breath.

Kay’Lo ain’t say nothin’ as he walked up behind me, his hands firm as he secured my ankles to the rails, spreadin’ me open exactly how he wanted me. Then he moved to my wrists, tyin’ them down just tight enough to remind me I wasn’t goin’ nowhere.

“‘Lo baby—” I started.

“Toni… I ain’t tryna hear that shit.”

His voice was low, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. He walked off and grabbed the gag, and I ain’t even fight him on it. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, watchin’ himwhile he placed it between them and secured the straps behind my head.

The second it was in place, my breath switched and everything in me got heavier, and more intense in a way I couldn’t ignore. I could feel my pussy gettin’ wetter by the second, that slick heat startin’ to slide down my thighs while I stayed right here waitin’ on my husband, my body already reactin’ before he even touched me.

Then that first hit came, and it landed hard enough on my ass to make my whole body jump while a moan pushed past my lips before I could even stop it.

The leather strap cracked against my ass again, and my whole body jumped, another muffled moan pushin’ past the gag while my back arched deeper.

“You know we one, right baby?”

I nodded fast, breathin’ hard.

“We ‘spose to be in sync… meanin’ one band, one sound around this bitch.”

Another hit came, harder this time, and my eyes squeezed shut while my body reacted on instinct, my back archin’ before I could even think straight.

“I’on give a damn what’s goin’ on… or who it’s goin’ on with… you don’t move without me knowin’ shit. You hear me?”

“Mmmhh!” I cried out, noddin’ again.

The next hit came even harder, and I felt that sting spread across my skin while my pussy clenched and leaked all over the bench.

“Good…” he said low behind me. “Long as you understand.”

Another hit came right after, harder than the last, and it had my head droppin’ while drool slipped past the gag and my whole body shook. But just as quick as Kay’Lo was rough, he softened.