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If his words or behavior irritated Charlotte, you’d never know it. She, too, was all smiles.
“Thank you, Sir,” Katie replied softly, a slight flush moving over her rounded cheeks. She flashed a shy smile at Hannah.
“This is my good friend, Hannah,” Charlotte said. “Hannah, meet slave Katie, Marjorie and Brandon’s girl.”
“Hi, Katie.” Hannah pulled her own coat closer around herself as if that would somehow offer Katie some coverage. She was just so…naked.
Katie’s eyes widened, another flush pinkening her cheeks. “My apologies. Please, let me take your coat.”
Reluctantly, Hannah allowed the girl to take it from her. “Thank you.”
As Katie scurried away with the wraps, Hannah turned to take in her surroundings. “Whoa,” she breathed, awestruck. The walls of the large front hallway were decorated with all sorts of medieval-looking torture devices, including iron manacles, curved, long-handled knives, whips and floggers of every size. An antique chair was set against one wall, its seat, arms and back covered in pointy, metal spikes. There were other strange-looking torture devices she had no name for. Everything looked completely authentic and, within the context of BDSM play, diabolically sexy.
“Impressive, ain’t it?” Jim drawled. “Anthony’s pretty proud of his collection. It’s mainly for show, but I’m sure someone would be glad to give you a hands-on demonstration. You might enjoy the Judas Cradle there.” He pointed to a pyramid-shaped wooden device affixed atop a wooden tripod. There were a series of ropes and pulleys suspended above it. Hannah didn’t even want to imagine what it was used for.
“Only if you go first,” Hannah quipped. While she’d never want to actually be impaled on such a terrifying device, the whole concept of erotic torture had made her hot and bothered. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her rising nipples.
“There they are,” a masculine voice boomed. “Our guests of honor. It’s so good to see you both.”
Hannah turned to see an attractive couple in their fifties. The man had auburn hair and deep-set blue eyes, his features rugged. He was dressed in caramel-colored leather pants and a white cashmere sweater, his feet in fancy Italian loafers.
The woman was tall and willowy, with honey-blond hair swept back in a twist, her eyes a clear green. She wore a red floor-length satin gown and a silver slave collar with a heart-shaped padlock at its center. They wore matching gold wedding rings.
“It’s great to see you, too,” Jim said, shaking the man’s hand and then embracing the woman. He turned to Hannah. “Hannah, meet Brandon and Marjorie.”
“Very nice to meet you,” Hannah said, forcing herself to drop her arms to her sides.
As Brandon openly appraised her, she could almost feel the heat of his gaze. Damn it if she wasn’t blushing like a schoolgirl.
“We’re delighted to have you in our home,” Marjorie said with a gracious smile. “I’ve heard so much about you from Charlotte.” She put her arm around Charlotte, who leaned into her, nearly purring with pleasure as the older woman stroked her hair. “And we love your work.”
“Yes,” Master Brandon agreed. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting Angelique Rose in the flesh.”
“Oh, gosh,” Hannah blurted, taken by surprise. “Thank you.”
The idea of all these serious, knowledgeable lifestylers reading her novels was humbling indeed and also mildly panic-inducing. Internet research and voyeurism only went so far. There had to be any number of inaccuracies in the work, and they probably noticed every single one.
Brandon came closer, his deep-set eyes boring into hers with almost hypnotic power. “Marjorie likes to read passages aloud to me to give me ideas.” He winked at his wife. “Your writing is very descriptive and catches much of the nuance and power of D/s.”
Face hot with embarrassed pleasure, Hannah grinned stupidly at the compliment. “You’re very kind.”
Katie returned to the foyer and dropped into a graceful kneeling position beside Brandon. “We look forward to bringing some of your creative scenarios to life at the dungeon party later tonight,” Brandon added. He placed his hand lightly on Katie’s head, his lips lifting into a cruel smile. “Don’t we, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,” the naked girl replied a little breathlessly.
Hannah swallowed hard as several dark, erotic possibilities flitted through her mind. Was it hot in there, or was it just her?
Chapter 3
They moved from the foyer into a living room so large it contained two fireplaces. A huge picture window dominated the back wall, revealing the dark night sky beyond. There were several seating areas set around the space in conversational groupings. The furniture looked elegant but comfortable, beautifully upholstered in rich leather and brocade. Intricately patterned Persian rugs covered most of the hardwood floor.
The space was at once grand and intimate. Hannah caught her breath not only at the obvious opulence, but at the warm, welcoming vibe. The foyer, with its medieval torture devices, coupled with Charlotte’s vivid descriptions of the dungeon, had given Hannah the erroneous impression that the entire place was like The Garden, just on a much grander scale.
Still, this wasn’t just any living room, and this wasn’t just any group of friends gathering for a party. There were easily a dozen or more people, some seated, some standing in small groups. Naked or nearly naked subs knelt here and there on floor cushions near their Masters and Mistresses.
A small wedding arch had been set up in front of the larger of the fireplaces. Black and red silk roses had been artfully woven through the latticework. In front of the arch stood a small padded bondage table draped with black satin.
A naked man with close-cropped blond hair knelt on a cushion on one side of the hearth. A naked woman with light brown hair hanging in a shiny curtain down her slender back knelt on a cushion across the hearth from him. They both appeared to be in their early to mid-twenties. They each wore slim black slave collars around their necks with steel O-rings dangling at the front and back. Their hands were crossed behind their backs, their heads bowed.
