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I could sense he was watching me, curious as to my reaction. While a moment of claustrophobia attempted to crawl into my system, I managed to ease the anxiousness, remembering his words of protection. I was beginning to understand why trust was so important. When I reached out, flexing my fingers open, I laughed nervously. The cross wasn’t a wild animal prepared to snap its jaws around my hand.
“You can touch it,” he told me from behind.
“I’ve seen one like this before.”
“I’m certain you have. The St. Andrew’s cross is perhaps the most photographed when someone highlights BDSM. An excellent tool for beginners. As long as both parties understand what is expected.”
“So, you’re tying me to it?”
“Yes.”
The answer was simple, yet powerful enough goosebumps popped down both arms. I suddenly felt him directly behind me. He placed his hand on mine, easing both against the smooth wood. A lump formed in my throat, a slight haze floating in front of my eyes, but the feel was incredible.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve shared this with anyone.”
“Why?” I asked, guessing he wasn’t prepared to answer.
“Because no one has sparked the darkness inside for a very long time. Yet you managed to drive the hunger to the surface.”
His tone was deep, more commanding than before. He was also placing his trust in me while providing reassurance. I wasn’t certain but it seemed as if this experience was drawing us closer together. He lifted my arm, requiring me to run my fingers across the thick leather strap, the harness I’d be attached to.
“I’m honored.”
“Are you, Lark? Do you understand that I don’t allow myself to partake in the scene because this is more intimate than almost any sexual act? This is unequaled passion, a gift that can’t be wasted. In other words, I don’t scene for the experience of pleasing myself. I do so to build a strong connection.”
He could have no idea the effect his words had on me, the tether I’d experienced in the coffee shop no longer just based on crackling electricity. Our powerful chemistry had morphed into an indescribable feeling that I never wanted to lose.
“Then teach me, sir. Show me the joys of submitting.” Was I being serious? Could I handle giving up control I’d fought for years to wrangle, fearful of letting go? If I had to be honest with myself, I’d say I didn’t know. But I wanted to learn.
With him.
With the man who’d awakened so many senses.
Lachlan removed his hand, raking his fingers down my back as he took several steps away. “Then remove your skirt and heels.”
“Yes, sir. Why don’t we have an audience?”
He chuckled softly as he walked toward the two cabinets. “Because the first time is special. I have no desire to share it with anyone else.”
Another series of dancing sensations popped down my spine, my legs shaky. I pulled away, glancing at the ankle shackles then unfastened the button and zipper. The shoes were carefully placed on the floor, the tall heels allowing me to see eye to eye with most men. I’d used them as a confidence builder through the years, part of a costume that had screamed of power as I entered a room. The peeling away of the illusional mask took a harder toll than I’d believed possible.
As I shimmied out of the skirt, I glanced in his direction, curious what he was doing.
Various implements were positioned on hooks and racks, the distance preventing me from distinguishing every one of them. But what I noticed boosted the jolts of excitement. Straps in various lengths and widths, paddles in several sizes and thicknesses. There were ropes and other harnesses, floggers and canes.
My throat started to close, claws of fear digging into my skin.You can trust him as long as you can trust yourself.
The slight pep talk kept the demons from winning. I kicked out of the skirt, uncertain what I was supposed to do.
When he’d made his selection, he returned, every step methodical, never blinking as he studied me. The fire in his eyes had returned, a need that sparked several thoughts and images. The man would devour me, but not until he allowed us to become closer. At that moment, I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I did the handsome man. Was this forever? I doubted it, but at least for the duration of the contract, I knew I could allow my walls to crumble.
He could never hurt anyone, except for himself. I’d seen the flash of guilt in his eyes, an ache that burned deep within. Whatever experience he’d gone through had forever changed him. Maybe I could be the one to soothe the monsters consuming his darkness.
As he approached, he slowly lowered his gaze, his expression changing. He was inspecting what belonged to him. Would I get his approval?
By the time he was only a few inches away, I was overwhelmed with longing to please him. I’d never experienced anything so strong, the pull yanking at every part of me. As if by instinct, I dropped to my knees, holding my arms out in front of me as I lowered my head. A part of me basked in the moment of being the object of his desire. Another allowed the terror to return. What if I didn’t please him? What if I couldn’t handle being tethered? What if my mind could never process what he so desperately needed?
As if sensing my discord, he placed his hand on my head, stroking me possessively.
