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After she sat down, he moved behind her. He brushed her damp hair a few more strokes, following it with the blissful massage of his fingers. She was being tended, cherished. Then he set it aside, and a different feeling happened. As he began to French braid her hair, her eyes closed, her throat working as those powerful hands pulled on her hair, bound it. It was as if those coils of rope on Julie’s wall were being wound around her limbs, holding her there.
When he was done, he shifted to stand in front of her. “Take off the robe,” he said. “Assume the position I like.”
She slid it off her shoulders, letting it pool against her back. It wasn’t a long robe, so the lower part fell away from her thighs as she straightened her back, arching it so her breasts tilted up, and spread her knees. She arranged her feet on the outside of the two front legs.
His gaze slid down over her breasts, her belly, to the folds of her smooth sex, open for him to see. She was already aroused enough to dampen the towel beneath her.
As he drew out the moment, she started to tremble from the expectations in his eyes, what her obedience meant to him. Then he moved forward and dropped to a knee. “Hold still,” he told her.
She bit her lip, swallowing a gasp when he put his hand between her legs. His erection under denim told her he was as aroused as she was, and yet how he explored her, in such a functional way, confirming her smoothness, made her even wetter. He rose, drawing her to her feet with a hand under her elbow.
“Turn around, hold onto the back of the chair and spread your legs again.”
When she did, he parted her buttocks and inspected her, again his fingers moving over the area. Her knees quivered. “I used an ointment, a cream to soothe the skin.” She cleared her throat. “Yesterday. But I rinsed that area especially well.”
“I’m glad you told me. It should be fine. Straighten and turn. Look at me.”
When she did, he searched her face as thoroughly as he had the rest of her. “Are you okay, Les?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to please you. Serve you. Please let me.”
“I will. You’ve already pleased the hell out of me. Put your arms around my neck.”
When she eagerly did so, he carried her to the table, putting her on the mat. The table was long, nearly seven feet. He laid her on her back, and threaded her arms through the two tube-like things on either side of her torso. There were two for her ankles, holding her legs open at the end of the table.
“These are breakaways,” he told her. “They’ll hold up to a certain amount of tension, but if you jerk against them hard enough, they’ll give way. If a fire got out of control and you needed to get off the table, drop and roll, you can do it. That’s not supposed to happen, but I want you to know how to protect yourself, always. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He trailed his hand down her front, circling her breast with fingertips, mouth tightening as she lifted into the touch. “I’m going to do a lot of things to you, Les. What’s your safeword?”
“Jefferson.” She saw no reason to change it.
He turned to the table, and she saw he was going to start with wands. He’d already dampened one in a cup. The alcohol smell reached her nose.
“How did Julie know how…”
“It’s my own mix. These are my fireplay supplies as well. I brought them here yesterday while you were working at Dr. Spring’s.”
For the first time, she noticed the fire flogger was his, with the painted black handle and red crossed axes.
“Oh. Sneaky.”
A half-smile touched his face, but when he circled her nipple with the damp wand, the humor left his gaze, and her desire to banter went with it.
Her gaze flicked upward, and she started. There were four mirrors. One was suspended above her. It was at least as long as the table. She could see the wand moving over her.
“The mirror setup was suggested by one of the BDSM groups who partied here. You’ll get to see everything I do to you, Les. If it becomes too much, let me know and I’ll order you to close your eyes.”
“I’d like to see.” Her voice broke, though, revealing how much was happening inside her. He touched her face.
“I want you to see. If you need to safeword, it’s okay. We can evaluate where we’re at. It won’t stop the play if you’re not ready for that. But that said, be aware there will be times, as I go along, you’ll feel moments of heat more intensely than others, especially in areas that might be more sensitive to it. You may think it’s too hot, but anything you feel that startles you, see if you can hold your reaction to it a heartbeat or two. Then if it still worries you, safeword.”
She nodded, understanding.
“Look at me, baby.”
When she did, he gazed at her with lust, love, and hunger in his gaze. “I fucking adore you, Celeste Joy. All the things that happen in this theater, all the sexual energy, is absorbed into its walls, floors, ceilings, curtains, all of it. Your screams, your climax, your pleasure, and mine, are about to become part of it. When we come back for the Gallery, you’ll remember that.”
