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“You sure you want to do this?” asked Fitz in his deep Scottish brogue as they watched the woman who kneeled naked in a classic submissive’s pose through the one-way mirror.
“Why wouldn’t I?” asked Seth.
Robert Fitzwallace, head of Cerberus, arched his eyebrow at the head of his Cybersecurity Division. “You watch Hope Pearson like a hungry dog looking at a bone.”
“I do not,” scoffed Seth, hoping the Scotsman might believe him. One look at Fitzwallace accompanied by a disgusted snort told Seth he was hoping in vain. “What’s she doing here, anyway?”
“Hope’s been a member of the club for years. It’s how she met Royce. I don’t think she felt comfortable playing at Club Southside after Royce and Camille got together. When she was promoted to Legal Attaché here at the Embassy in London, she started playing at Baker Street again.”
“What’s with the blindfold and the anonymity?”
Fitz shook his head. “Miley used to do the same thing. They hold non-traditional female roles in their regular lives. JJ tells me that they believe identifying as a submissive and needing something only a Dom can give them makes them look weak in the eyes of those they work with.”
“That is such bullshit. It takes a strong individual to recognize a need to submit and let loose of control if only for a little bit.”
“Aye, but you’re a Dom, which means you know how it is. That leads me back to my original question: are you sure you want to do this? I’ll tell you now, I think one of the reasons Royce broke things off with Hope is because he knew how you felt about her.”
“I didn’t have any feelings about her. She was Royce’s sub, and I don’t poach.”
“Nay, lad, you’re far too honorable to do that, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t notice the way you looked at her. I also think he believed if he got out of the way, the two of you might get together.”
It was Seth’s turn to snort. “Hope was never interested in me.”
“You keep telling yourself that, and you may miss the opportunity of a lifetime.”
The hairs on the back of Seth’s neck began to tickle. “What opportunity? What are you up to?”
“Never you mind. From the moment you knew Hope was in London and playing at Baker Street again, you’ve been angling to come for a visit. I’m handing her to you on a silver platter. The only thing that is left to be seen is whether you’re Dom enough to take it. Are you, or should I find someone else?”
“If she’s looking for a Shibari session, I’m the best one here. Besides you know I would never betray her confidence.”
“I’ll leave you to it then. Remember, she isn’t to know it’s you, so disguise your voice. Hope finds peace and solace in being bound. I expect you to give that to her.”
“And if she wants more?” Seth asked.
“There’s nothing to prevent you from going as far as either of you would like. Hope knows the score and you’re on the stoplight system.”
Seth nodded, picked up his kit which contained the rope he liked to use and headed toward the private playroom. Outside the door he took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, centering himself and entered the room. If Hope could find peace and solace in his ropes, he meant to give it to her.
Deciding that most women he knew loved a Scottish accent and doing a passable imitation of Fitz, he set his kit down quietly. “In case you couldn’t tell, you’re no longer alone.”
“Fitz?”
“Nay, lass. The Scotsman only plays with his wife. He said you were looking for a scene involving Shibari. I’ve considerable skill in the art, and I’d love to see your beautiful body bound in my ropes.”
Hope’s body shivered with desire. She was a beautiful woman. She reminded him of a taller version of a young Elizabeth Taylor—black hair, violet eyes and an hourglass figure that could keep a man enchanted forever. Seeing her naked, on her knees, with her hands resting on top of her slightly parted thighs was something he thought he’d remember for the rest of his life. Her nipples were erect and what he could see of her sex said she was already aroused.
He’d been secretly glad when Royce had pitched a hissy fit about finding Hope in bed with a man who turned out to be a Russian spy. Hope hadn’t known that at the time and she and Royce had never formalized their relationship nor asked for exclusivity on either side. Whether or not she had actually cheated was debatable. In Seth’s mind, Royce was just as much at fault for not declaring himself.
“Give me your hand, lass.” Hope obeyed and placed one hand in his. “I’m going to help you get to your feet.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a soft smile curling her lips.
He moved behind her, taking her arm with him—she offered him no resistance. “I’m going to position your arms in a U behind your back, forearms touching with your fingers pointed toward your opposing elbows.”
Gently he moved her hands into place. The position would arch her back slightly, pushing her breasts out. He bound her arms, using a double column tie and passing it around her waist. The room’s lighting was low and moody, which didn’t matter to her as she was blindfolded, but it seemed to put everything on soft focus, making her skin almost glow.
He’d always known that Hope found peace in being bound. Royce had done it for her, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed. He might like seeing a woman bound in a role play, but he didn’t savor every knot he tied, connecting in a deeply intimate manner that when done right could send the one being bound into subspace.
