“I can’t wait.”
In, we went. In the front door, down the hallway, to the room he’d shown me on our first date. That night I’d called it his torture room. But after a brief introduction to the pleasures that room promised, I’d re-named the room the pleasure palace, even though I was fully aware of the fact that there would be times when I was punished instead of pleasured. It was all part of the game. And, as I was beginning to understand, the anticipation of a punishment was almost as thrilling as the anticipation of pleasure. The punishment added a level of danger to my experiences. It turned out, I kind of liked that.
“This way.” As I’d come to expect, Shane placed a hand on the small of my back. With a little pressure right or left, he steered me around the bulky bondage furniture toward the big X-like structure at the very back of the room. My gaze followed the line of the wooden beams, up to each corner then down to the ground. At the ends were big silver loops. And there were leather cuffs chained to them. I pretty much knew what those cuffs were for.
My wrists and ankles.
“Undress.” His voice had taken on that sharp edge that made my tissues heat up. I just loved it when Shane shifted from sweet and open man to demanding dom. It was so freaking sexy.
Feeling a smile pull at my lips, I turned my back to him. “Would you please unzip me?”
He pulled the zipper down, but to my disappointment, he didn’t touch me.
He’s building anticipation.
Despite the fact that he hadn’t touched me, outside of that one hand on my back, my skin tingled everywhere. I turned around, facing him, and let my dress slide off my shoulders.
I swear flames flashed in his dark eyes.
The beaded silk garment shimmied down my body, catching on my hips. I gave it a little push and down it fell, forming a puddle of expensive silk on the floor. Wearing my crotch-less panties and a lace bra, I stepped out of the dress and bent over to pick it up.
“No,” he snapped. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
Fighting a grin, I straightened back up. I still had a lot to learn about this domination and submission stuff. We’d had some other issues to work out the last few weeks and had spent very little time here. I still felt a little out of my element, unsure.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Shane circled me, stopping to pick up my dress. He draped it over a nearby bondage chair thing then continued his three sixty around me. He moved slowly, deliberately. As he prowled around me, he reminded me of a jungle cat. Like a big cat, quiet strength emanated from him. And danger. He was deliciously dangerous. “This way.” Touching me very softly, he moved me into position to be restrained. Back to the cross. Arms up and out in a wide vee, legs spread. Before securing my arms, he unfastened my bra. He left it on, hanging from the shoulder straps.
My heart started pounding as he secured one cuff around my wrist. It didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t afraid. But I was anxious, unsure what to expect.
“When we experience pain, endorphins rush through our system,” he said, his voice very low.
Pain?
My hands clenched into fists as he secured the second cuff. He was talking about pain. I didn’t like pain. Pain was something I avoided.
My breathing quickened. My heart rate too. He knelt at my feet, moved one closer to the post so he could secure my ankle. “Remember Bristol, say red if you need me to stop.”
“O-okay.”
Once he had the first ankle buckled in, he fastened the other one.
Now I was powerless to move.
“Comfortable?” he asked. “Does anything hurt?”
“No, nothing hurts.”
“Good.” He gave me an up and down perusal before stepping up to me. “You look so sweet, Bristol.” His voice was husky, and dark carnal hunger shone in his eyes. That alone, coupled with the nervous energy charging through my system was making me clench, making my burning tissues throb.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His fingertip traced a line down the center of my chest, between my br**sts, down to my belly button. “Mmmm.”
Mmmm indeed.
My stomach tightened as little jolts of heat sizzled under his fingertip. I’d never felt this way with a man before, as if any touch, even the smallest, sent a current of electricity charging through me.
The second he pulled his hand away, I was whimpering, my body craving his next touch. When would it come? How long would I have to wait?
“Impatient?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I need to go gather a few things. In the meantime, you’ll just have to wait.” He licked his lips and another rush of anticipation pulsed to my center.
God, did he know how to play me. His every look, every gesture, every touch made me hotter, tighter, more desperate.
As I waited, I let my arms relax, the cuffs holding their weight. I wondered how long it would take for them to get prickly and lose their sensation. Thankfully, I didn’t have to find out. Shane was back within moments, his hands full of all kinds of packages. He set everything but one item down then stepped up to me and dangled that something in front of me.
A black blindfold.
“You think too much. I want you to feel.” His breath warmed my lips as he tied the blindfold in place. “There. Better.”
Better, no. Now I couldn’t see what he was going to do. That made me feel even more vulnerable and jumpy.
What would he do next?
Where would he touch me?
I waited, practically panting, for an eternity. I heard the crinkle of plastic and cardboard. He was unwrapping something.
I sensed he was coming closer. An almost imperceptible heat radiated over my chest. Then, a touch. My nipple. I jumped. A finger flicked over the sensitive peak, making it tingle and harden, making me breathe faster and faster.
“Your ni**les are so sweet, Bristol.”
Sweet. I’d never thought of them as that before.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain. My right nipple. A pinching that brought tears to my eyes. I wriggled, fighting against the cuffs holding my arms.
“Shhh,” Shane soothed.
The pinching stopped and glorious pleasure followed as he laved my nipple with his wet, soft tongue.
“Ahhh…” I said as I arched my back, pushing my br**sts out.
I felt like I was sinking into a cloud of bliss. Warmth surrounded me, cushioning my body as waves of pleasure washed over me in ripples. It was as if I were lying on a beach, the warm waves surging and receding, again and again. But just as I was about to sink into oblivion, another sharp pain yanked me out of it. This time it was my other nipple. I screeched, jerking away from the source. I couldn’t escape. The pinching didn’t end.