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And the excitement, the delicious anticipation only grew when the elevator doors opened, and he guided her through the gleaming wooden doors to the dungeon. Part of her wanted to stop in the lounge and ask for a drink, but she didn’t want anything dulling her senses tonight. God only knew when she’d have a chance to play like this again, and she didn’t want even the slightest distraction from the sensations she knew awaited her.
Stepping down into the play area was like being transported to a different world, the kind she’d only read about in books. She’d been to play parties a few times here and there, but nothing could compare to the sight that greeted her. Different stations were set up all around the room, gleaming wood and freshly polished leather.
Off to one side, a tall, muscular man was attached to a St. Andrew’s cross, a black hood zipped up over his face, and marks from some kind of thin, whippy implement crisscrossing his torso. Beside the cross stood a more slender, but equally toned and ripped man, a smirk plastered on his face as he admired his handiwork.
A few people seated on the loveseats circling the play area glanced their way as they entered, and a man wearing a black shirt with a red arm band acknowledged them with a nod. With a wave for the monitor, Nick led her over to a station where a tall table already held ropes of all different sizes, textures, and colors, along with an elegant “Reserved” sign. Knowing he’d been invested enough in this encounter to actually reserve the space sent her heart fluttering in her chest. Under different circumstances, she might have even considered it romantic.
Standing beside the table, Nick placed his play bag on the floor, then snapped and pointed to a spot by his feet, effectively forcing her attention back to him.
“Knees.”
Oh, how tempting it was to disobey, to be a brat and earn the spanking she so desperately craved. But even more than the pain, she’d missed the freedom she found in submission, and so she sank to her knees, her hands resting palms up on her thighs, her eyes lowered to a spot on the floor just in front of her.
“Good girl.” The praise was accompanied by his hand stroking her hair, and it took every bit of willpower she had not to lean into his touch and purr like a kitten. “Eyes on me.”
Lifting her head, she met his gaze, firm and unyielding, but not unkind. His hands, large and rough, cupped her face. “God, you are beautiful. I can’t wait to see how you look in rope.”
His praise was like another caress in and of itself, warm and comforting. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Are you wearing any underwear, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Stand up and take them off.”
Slightly annoyed that he’d made her kneel just to make her stand up again, she rocked back onto her heels and pushed to her feet in a move she’d once been able to pull off flawlessly. But to her horror, she teetered dangerously, and she would have fallen flat on her face if he hadn’t grabbed her just in time.
“Careful, pet. Don’t want you hurting yourself before I get the chance to.”
The humor in his tone only fanned the flames of her embarrassment, giving her “Yes, Sir” a much more strained sound than before.
Which, apparently, did not go unnoticed. Taking hold of her chin again, he tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Despite her aggravation, it thrilled her that he was tall enough to make such a move necessary. In her heels, she stood nearly six-foot, and yet he still had a few inches on her.
“Do you have something to say, pet?” Despite the almost conversational tone, a hint of danger skirted around the edges of his words, and her body instantly heated in response.
Again, she was caught at a crossroads. Play the brat and tempt fate, or be a good girl.
Not quite ready to see what he might do if she pushed him, she allowed herself a small sigh of resignation. “No, Sir.”
“Let me rephrase that. Why do you sound so annoyed with me?”
Great. Her first time submitting to anyone in years, and she had to end up with a chatty Dom. “I’m not, Sir.”
“Then what’s the problem? You can answer me now, or we can go back upstairs and sit down with a nice cup of hot chocolate until you’re ready to use your words and talk to me like an adult. Which is it going to be?”
Damn him, he knew exactly what buttons to push. If she was being honest with herself, she’d almost been hoping for a spanking to help relax her. But the last thing she wanted was to risk her play time just because she was being stubborn, so she forced herself to talk.
“I’m not upset with you, Sir. I was embarrassed.”
“Because you lost your balance?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Michelle.” Her name was a sigh, and she was feeling more and more ridiculous with every passing second. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I don’t expect perfection, I only ask that you listen and do your best to follow my instructions. If you stumble a little, it’s okay. I’ll be right here to catch you.”
Maybe it was silly and sappy, but his words had tears burning in her eyes. Silly or not, though, they did the trick, and she could feel the annoyance and embarrassment draining away. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, get those panties off so we can get you tied up in this pretty rope.”
