When he lowers to suck her breasts, I see she has nipple clamps. It looks like it hurts, but there’s a pleasurable expression on her face that grows when he starts kissing the area around the clamps.
Watching them fascinates me, but shock flies through me when he lifts her up and I see her hands are tied in front of her with rope.
He lays her down on the ground with her arms extended above her head strips her down and starts to fuck her.
I focus on her bound wrists as she lies on the floor like his captive, except with a smile on her face.
Looking away, my cheeks heat from staring for too long and Christian cuts me a glance of curiosity I don’t miss. I didn’t mean to watch them like a perv. I was just wondering what the woman must have felt being tied up like that.
We continue walking on observing the people until we reach the doors. These are automatic so they open for us and we walk out on to a wide corridor with the same stone floor as the stairs we came down.
“Interesting,” he comments.
I glance up at him. “What is?”
“You wouldn’t mind being tied up,” he notes and my breath stills.
“What?”
Releasing my hand, he walks backwards and looks me over.
“You looked uncomfortable when watching the groups but not so much when you were watching the Dom’s with their subs,” he states. “You don’t seem to like anything where more than one person touches you, but I don’t think you’d mind being a sub and submitting your body to a dominant.”
“How do you know that?” I don’t even know that.
“Angel, you told me not even five minutes ago that you’d allow me to eat food off your body, and the look on your face as you watched that woman was enough. Both are signs of submitting and you definitely looked curious. Wearing a mask is supposed to give you freedom to stare and explore what you might be comfortable with. You looked… I think I have you figured out now.”
What does that mean?
What is he going to do to me?
“Do you?” I have to ask.
“I do,” he confirms with a wild smile and a surge of panic flies through me from the anticipation of what he has planned if he thinks he has me figured out.
I want to ask him what he means but I hold my tongue realizing I need to be careful with what I say. This guy owns the club. Last night was last night and there’s an obvious attraction between us. But I what’s obvious too is that I look completely out of my element. I don’t doubt that if I look more uncomfortable than I already do, he might get someone else in who can do the job. Someone who’s a better fit. I can’t allow that to happen. So, I keep quiet, remind myself I signed up for this, and allow anxiety to kill me slowly.
“The last stop is just out there,” he says pointing ahead to another set of doors.
“What’s out there?”
“Eden,” he smiles and returns his hand to the small of my back. “That’s where we’ll play tonight.”
Chapter Ten
Lily
When we go through the doors, stepping out into the night I take in the beauty before me. There are Willow trees everywhere and the surrounding light casts a green glow over them. The most breathtaking thing however is the massive waterfall up ahead. It creates an exotic illusion that doesn’t feel like we’re in Chicago anymore.
“You like it?” he asks.
“It’s beautiful. I never imagined this being part of the club.”
“It’s bigger than what people think, wait until you see the hut,” he beams.
He leads me through the grove of trees until we get to a hut that looks exactly like the kind you’d find on an island somewhere. It has a thatch roof and wooden walls. When we step inside it’s like stepping into a fantasy.
Inside is massive with that less is more effect. There’s a bed in the center with a wrought iron headboard. The floor is wooden and leads to a glass wall that has an amazing view of a steamy hot tub.
It’s nice. All of it is nice and I wish I were here under different circumstances.
He moves in front of me and his eyes roam over my body, bringing my attention to why I’m here.
“Take off your mask,” he says.
I slip the mask off my face and gaze at him. “Why did you want me to wear a mask?” I ask.
“Because when you’re with me, you’re mine. I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.”
His. There’s something about the possessive manner he said that that entices me. But… I know if this were real, I’d be walking a dangerous path I walked before, the same shaky ground I walked when I belonged to Miguel.
Curiosity peaks in me when he walks over to the little nightstand by the bed. When he takes out a long silk cloth, I bite the inside of my lip, not quite knowing what he’s going to do with it. It looks like something you’d use for a blindfold. Is that what he’s going to do to me?
Blindfold me?
“Since you looked so fascinated with that woman in the sex dungeon, I think we should try this. She had nipple clamps. That will be too much for you to start with, but this won’t be,” he says and my pulse jumps into my throat when I realize he’s going to tie me up. She was tied up.
“Oh?” I breathe and swallow hard feeling my nerves scatter all over my body. “Will it hurt?”
He walks over to me, traces a line over my cheek again and gives me that predatory stare I’ve grown accustomed to. “No, I won’t hurt you. So, do you want to play?”
“You’re asking me?” I narrow my eyes at him, unsure if that’s a question.
“I am.”
A lot has shocked me tonight, but this has probably shocked me the most. As far as I’m concerned that agreement on my contract to do anything is my permission to do as I’m told.
“How comes?”
“Permission makes it better. Tonight, I want to dominate your body and push you to the limits of pleasure. Tonight… I just want to get lost in you.” His gaze clings to mine and his words paralyze me, holding me in place. “I want to pleasure you in the ways you want… crave, need. So, angel, will you allow me to tie you up and fuck you?”
I’m almost certain it should scare me that this man knows exactly what to say to me to both arouse me and break down the walls I’ve placed up to shield myself.
The lure of what he’s offering makes me so wet I can barely focus.
Just like last night I find myself forgetting why I’m here and craving what he wants to do to me.
“Yes…” I answer, yielding to desire.
“Perfect… Red is your safe word…”
Safe word… there’s that word again. My mouth goes dry.
“Say it Lilly,” he says.
“Red.”
“Good girl,” he praises with a dark smile.
Instead of telling me to take my clothes off like the previous nights, he sets the cloth down on the bed and pushes down the straps of my negligee. Christian strips me down to nothing within seconds and crouches down to bury his face between my thighs.
Smoothing his hands over my ass, he pulls me close and inhales me.
He lingers there for a while and I sense there’s something on his mind.