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“The chamber. Come, I’ll show you.” Anthony held out his hand and Alex took it. He helped her up the narrow wooden stairs, keeping right behind her, a supportive hand on her back.
It was completely dark in what must be the attic. Anthony reached for a switch and a moment later the room was bathed in harsh fluorescent light. Alex looked around, her eyes widening as she took it in.
It was obviously a BDSM playroom, if that term could be applied. Though in contrast to the thick, comfortable carpeting on the floor of Liam and Daniel’s playroom, this floor was bare wood and made from narrow uneven planks of pine. The room wasn’t large, maybe twelve feet by fourteen.
A set of sturdy black metal manacles had been bolted into one whitewashed wall. They hung loose and open on short, thick chains. Along another wall sat a punishment chair, worn leather cuffs attached to the arms and legs.
Taking up most of one wall was something that looked like a rack. It had the shape and look of a ladder that had been shaped into one large square. It was made from two-by-fours and stood perhaps seven feet tall, one foot wide and five feet long. The rack was chained to the ceiling, probably for support.
Perhaps most disconcerting was the small mattress resting on the ground in one corner, no sheet on its stained fabric.
Alex shrank back and bumped into Anthony, who was standing just behind her. He brought his arms around her and kissed her neck.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Her heart was pounding. This guy could be a rapist. A killer. But she didn’t really believe it. A killer wouldn’t have been invited to Liam and Daniel’s party. True, he wasn’t directly invited, but they’d welcomed him to their home and even let him scene with Daniel. Plus, he’d said such nice things to her. And he was hot. She had to admit the edge of danger thrilled her. She felt wildly alive.
“Stay with me and I’ll take you to heights of masochistic pleasure you’ve never dreamed of and depths of erotic suffering you can only imagine.”
Okay, that was a little much. Alex pulled away. “Um. You know, maybe we should take this a little slower. Get to know each other better.”
In a moment he had her in his arms again. He whispered in her ear. “You know you need this. I can give you what you’ve only dared dream of. I know your secrets.”
Was this guy for real? He held her at arm’s length and stared into her eyes. Something electric and powerful flashed between them. Something primal that needed no words. She was mesmerized by his stare.
He let her go. “I want you, Alexandra. I see enormous submissive potential in you. I see the desire in your eyes and I also see the fear. Sometimes fear is a good thing. It motivates and keeps you focused. If we take it slower, as you suggest, you’ll be cheated of the experience you crave. You’ll be enacting yet another in a series of BDSM games you’ve played all your life.”
He spoke earnestly. “I’m giving you a chance for something real. But it will be on my terms, not yours. This is one scene you will not control with your beauty and your charm. Do we understand each other?”
Alex stared at him. She tried to speak, but no words came.
“I will take your silence as acquiescence. If you want to leave, do it now. If you stay, you belong to me.”
Alex stood rooted to the spot, her mind warring with itself.
Anthony chose that moment to pull her back into his arms. He kissed her, another of those long, lingering kisses that left her breathless. His hands roamed greedily over her body, slipping beneath her skirt, cupping her heated sex, making her weak.
He let her go at last. She stood, trying to catch her breath, her cunt throbbing, the bloodlust in her head blocking the warning call from her gut. Daniel and Liam didn’t want her but this handsome authoritative man did. He knew her secrets. He knew how to make her wet with his dark gaze and his knowing hands.
“Alexandra, we begin. Take off your clothes. You will be naked at all times in my presence.”
She hesitated. Daniel and Liam often kept her naked. Maybe it was rule number one in the How to Dom a Slave handbook. Her flippant thoughts flew from her head as Anthony stared at her, willing her to comply.
Her eyes locked on his, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. “And the skirt,” he said softly. Alex reached behind her and unzipped the denim skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing flat yellow leather sandals she kicked off. The pine planking beneath her bare feet was rough and unfinished.
