She was falling for him, hard and fast.
When he finally released her, she looked away from him, trying to put some emotional distance between them. Her reaction had to be because of the strange circumstances, being alone with him in an idyllic setting and the millions of pheromones zinging between them, creating a bubbling cauldron of sexual need.
“You told me what scared you about the room.” Like a good Dominant, he brought her back to the present, but he did so in a nonthreatening way that helped her to refocus. “What pleases you?”
This, a BDSM inquiry, was familiar and not as tricky to navigate. “The spanking bench.”
“Tell me why.”
“Depending on the position, it supports my whole body. It’s comfortable. Because I can put my head down, I find it easier to let go mentally. It helps ease my worry.”
“Good to know.”
“I’ve never seen one of those in a club.” She pointed to the metal structure.
“Let me show you how it works.” He crossed the room, and she followed.
Now that she was close, she noticed the notches and hooks that were in it.
“It’s a variation of a suspension frame. The height is adjustable, making it suitable for Shibari rope work. I have a different plan for it.” Gently he moved her so she stood beneath the overhead bar. “Unlike the Saint Andrew’s cross or the spanking bench, it allows unrestricted access to a submissive’s body. Of course, she won’t have the same kind of support as a more physical structure, so there are times, like a sustained, sensual flogging, where something else is a better choice.”
Anticipation made her pussy damp.
“This frame allows the Dominant, me, to select a number of different positions for my sub—you.”
She shivered.
“I can place you on your tiptoes. Or not.” He never took his gaze from hers, and she was ensnared, helpless to look away. “Your ankles can be secured to the sides so that you can’t escape or try to protect your pretty cunt.”
The words hung in the still air, naked, frightening, tantalizing.
“Or I can bind your legs, in a mummy effect.”
“It’s…” Words. She needed to think. But how could she when he was mere inches away, talking about what he intended to do to her? “Ah…more versatile than I realized.”
“The possibilities are numerous, aren’t they?”
With her imagination painting some vivid pictures that she couldn’t wait to sketch out, she looked away. Now that her creativity had been unleashed, she couldn’t stop the flow of ideas.
“The metal plates at the bottom are bolted to the floor, giving the structure stability. That means you will be completely safe, and you’re free to turn yourself over to me.”
There was nothing she wanted more.
“Take off your shoes for me, Elissa.” It was part invitation, part command, and his voice was as gruff as sandpaper over pebbles. “Then strip down to your bra and panties.”
Though she’d expected the soft, uncompromising order, her heart still jolted. He was a new partner, and the unexpected was as wonderful as it was scary.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. She appreciated him walking away, toward the armoire, granting her a momentary reprieve from his focus.
Once she was half naked, her clothing folded on the floor, she tried to peek at what he was doing, but his back was to her, blocking her view.
He opened a drawer and placed a few items in it.
“Music?”
“I’d like that.” Anything was better than the silence, amplifying the sound of her frantic breaths.
He selected something she recognized from the club, an EDM tune that pulsed with eroticism. “Do you like it?”
It made her more aware of him, of his constrained power. “Yes.”
“I was hoping you would.” He bumped up the volume a little more, giving the space an audible heartbeat.
“It’s intimate. Moody.”
“And not so loud that I can’t hear your whimpers or cries of ecstasy.” He glanced over his shoulder, and she wasn’t sure whether or not he was joking.
Unsure what to do, she placed her hands at the small of her back and tried not to squirm as she waited for him.
When he faced her, he was holding a leather collar. “Any objection?”
The room held a slight chill, and she told herself her sudden shiver was from that.
“Elissa?” He’d obviously noticed her reaction. “Is it a problem for you?”
“I… Uhm…”
“It’s your choice entirely.”
In that instant, with the way he was looking at her, she was reminded of the couple she’d painted, the one she told him about.
The moment pulsed with expectation. To her, the collar represented some kind of commitment, but she wasn’t sure he meant it that way. “Is it a fetish for you, Sir?”
“Not at all. To me, it’s symbolic. It will be the only thing you’ll have on, and from the moment I fasten it in place until I remove it at the end of our scene, it will mean you belong to me.”
Being honest would make her emotionally vulnerable to him, yet she was compelled to confess what was in her heart. “I’d be honored.”
“In that case, please lift your hair out of the way.”
As she did so, he crossed the room. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, letting her know he appreciated her decision.
His touch both gentle and firm, he fastened the collar in place, then checked the fit. “Good.” When she released her hair, he nodded his satisfaction. “You’re mine.” Possession punctuated his words. “It couldn’t be more perfect if it had been custom-made for you.”
Against her neck, the leather slowly warmed.
“Now finish undressing for me.” This time, he watched, taking in her every movement.
When she was naked before him, she pressed her tongue to her upper lip. The club she played at had rules against nudity, and for a moment, uncertainty claimed her. She hadn’t been this vulnerable since she was with Robby.
“You’re even more spectacular than I dared hope.” Jacob traced his thumb along the top of the collar.
Then, moving behind her, he cupped her breasts and dragged his thumbnails across her nipples.
Whimpering, she wrapped her hands around one of his wrists for support.
He leaned into her, his lips near her ear. “Do you like that, Elissa?”
She loved the way he whispered her name, the syllables laced with sensuality.
“Hmm?”
“Yes, I do. Sir.”
He rewarded her by squeezing her nipples and gently tugging on them, with the right amount of exquisite pressure.
“And what do you think of floggers?”
“I love everything about them.”
“Tell me.”
She’d never had to explain it before, and she really hadn’t thought it through. “The way it bites. The way the falls can wrap around my body. So many points of contact. It’s like a dance of pleasure and pain, and often both at the same time.”
“Well said. And a violet wand?”
How could he expect her to think while he was tormenting her so exquisitely? “I’ve actually never played with one.”