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Stepping out of the room, Noah whistled. “You look fierce, like a rockstar. You’re going to rock Drake’s world.”
Noah bit his lip, and his eyes trailed Alessandra’s body, making her feel tingly. He helped her fasten the leather wrist cuffs and attached chains from the cuffs to the D-ring on her collar.
He’d also changed into black leather pants and an open white button-down shirt. A black braided leather choker was clasped around his neck.
“Are you a submissive too?”
Noah nodded. “Welcome to the sub club. From my understanding, you and Drake are the main event this evening. Don’t worry, though. You’ll do great.
“Now, follow me. Drake has a private room, and it’s almost time for the show. I personally can’t wait to see you.”
Noah took Alessandra’s hand and led her through several back hallways and up a flight of stairs. They walked down a nondescript corridor to a room with a heavy wooden door. It was marked with a heart-tipped riding crop.
“Drake wants you to kneel on the bed with your arms behind you.”
Noah helped her pose on the extra-large four-poster bed. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and made his way to a settee along the far wall. He rested on one knee with his palms flat on the floor similar to the starting position runners assume for a race. He didn’t speak and trained his eyes on the floor.
Alessandra gazed around the romantic and sensual room while waiting. Torch-light sconces flickered softly, casting moving shadows. Low-lit track lighting ran the perimeter of the high honeycomb ceiling. A red damask carpet covered the floor.
There was no comforter on the bed, only a fitted red silk sheet against her skin. She had a feeling the black upholstered ottoman at the base of the bed was for spanking. A suspension hook hung from the ceiling. How many fantasies would she fulfill here with her husband?
Lengths of rope and cord hung from the dark wood-paneled wood walls, along with whips of various lengths and styles. Alessandra wondered if there were other toys hidden in the sizable wardrobe.
She was unsure how long they waited before the door finally opened. Hearing footsteps, Alessandra chanced a glance and raised her head.
“Eyes front and down. Do not speak unless I give you permission,” Drake barked.
She quickly cast her eyes down again as more soft footsteps thudded around the room. She found the anticipation and environment titillating, and moisture gathered in her core as Drake approached.
“Before we get started, I’d like to discuss limits for tonight’s scene.”
Drake stroked Alessandra’s collar and caressed her bare skin. She leaned into his touch and purred like a kitten.
“Tell me, bella, what is your safe word? Do you have any hard limits I should know about?”
“I don’t have a safe word.”
Drake walked to the wall and took his time feeling the weight and flexibility of several crops before settling on one of braided leather with a black diamond-shaped tip. He slowly approached the bed again. Alessandra shivered, and goosebumps rose on her skin as Drake traced her spine with the tip of the crop. He smirked as she yelped when he swatted her ass.
“You will address me as Master. The trick to picking a safe word is choosing something that wouldn’t come up naturally during our playtime. We can always go with a light system if you prefer. Green means go or keep going. Yellow means caution or slow down, you’re close to your limit, and I’ll check in with you. Red means it’s a hard limit, and I’ll stop immediately.” He paused, giving her time to think it over. “If you want to be a brat, you will be punished. Believe me, I’ll get off either way.”
“Hullabaloo is my safe word. I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl. I want to please you, Master.”
Alessandra gulped as Drake approached her again. There were limits, but she was afraid to name them in front of an audience and embarrass him. He sensed her hesitation and spoke instead.
“How about I tell you what I want to do tonight? You can object to anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. How does that sound?”
She nodded gratefully. Drake’s eyes flashed dangerously, and she realized her mistake. “Thank you, Master.”
“I plan to fuck you in front of an audience this evening. Exhibitionism seems to turn you on. Would you agree?”
“Yes, Master.”
Having sex for the first time in front of the large panoramic window, knowing there could be an audience, was hot. But it wasn’t the possibility of being seen as much as Drake’s dirty depictions that set her body to flame.
However, seeing the scenes on the club’s main floor, not caring who the audience was, seemed freeing. Drake wanted to assert his dominance by taking her in front of the audience tonight, and she’d be remiss not to admit the thought of being claimed by him was everything she wanted.
Their relationship had shifted into uncharted territory recently, and Alessandra was ready to turn herself over to trust. He would keep his promises to keep her safe and protect her.
