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Her seatbelt was unbuckled.
His hand wrapped around her upper arm.
“Keep your head down as you get out,” he warned, guiding her from her seat.
“Did it stop raining?”
“No, we’re in a garage.”
“Aren’t we at the club?”
“Yes, but there’s a basement parking area. I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”
Not knowing how to respond, she didn’t speak, and as he guided her forward, she could hear the clipping of her heels on the concrete echo through the air.
“We’re stepping into an elevator,” he declared. “The club doesn’t open until nine o’clock. We’ll be the only ones there.”
A shiver pricked her skin.
The spanking bench in his basement was one thing. A dungeon full of equipment was something else entirely.
The elevator dinged.
She heard the doors open.
His arm came around her waist, guiding her out.
Her heels were silent on the thick carpet.
Subdued beeps told her he was punching in a code.
There was a click.
He moved her forward.
His lips were suddenly at her ear.
“I’m taking your mask off. Welcome to the Red Room.”
Her heart hammering in her chest as he slipped it over her head, she opened her eyes.
Chapter 13
Doused in a dim red light, the sight before her was almost too much for Steph to take in. Shelves lined the walls offering an array of floggers, whips, and paddles. She assumed the chest of drawers against one wall contained all manner of wicked toys. A huge cage sat in a corner, and oddly shaped furniture seemed like bizarre beasts waiting for their next victim. But it was the strange scaffolding with hanging chains in the center of the room that made her gasp.
“Is that the suspension thing?”
She’d breathed the question.
“It certainly is,” Marco replied casually, leading her toward it. “Most people use rope bondage for suspension. I prefer something more… shall we say… dramatic,” he remarked with a grin, placing her in the middle of the black iron bars. “Stay here.”
Watching him stride away, excitement and fear rippled through her body, but he was back in an instant and placing a wide leather band around her waist. Glancing down, she noticed several D rings, but her attention was snatched away as he buckled fur-lined leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
“Lean back against me,” he murmured, walking behind her.
Holding her around the waist, his free hand roughly fondled her breasts and sharply pinched her nipples, evoking loud squeals of protest, but as his lips fell against her neck, hungrily sucking in her skin as he thrust his fingers into her pussy, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the pain and pleasure.
“So fucking wet,” he grunted, rubbing her clit and shoving a finger inside her soaked channel. “You want me to bend you over and take you right now, don’t you, Steph?”
