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I frown, unsure why I need a safeword. Truthfully, I’ve never encountered anyone with something like that—my usual sex life isn’tthatexciting—but I can see why it would be useful in a place like this. I just hadn’t thought to come up with anything.
“Um—” My mind races frantically. “Triumph.”
Asha raises an eyebrow. “Already thinking about the grand finish?” she asks teasingly, and I feel my cheeks heat. It makes me feel like an idiot, blushing like a teenager, but there’s a gleam in her eyes as she looks at my face, taking in the flush there, that makes me realize shelikesit. Something about it turns her on.
Strange, but I’m not going to argue with it.
“Do you want a drink?” She gestures to the bar cart on one side of the room. “Callie says it’s your first time here. I can give you the tour.”
“Um, sure—” I hesitate, looking around the room. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t know what I’d expected—something similar to a hotel room maybe—but while thereisa bed at the far end of the room, there’s also a number of different…I don’t even know what to call them.
“Youarenew to this.” There’s a hint of delight in her tone. “Alright, we have time. I’ll show you around.”
I hear a slight command in her voice that sends an odd shiver down my spine. I’m not normally one for being told what to do in bed—I have a boss in my everyday life, I don’t need one when I’m getting laid—but something about that whiskey voice saying it with such confidence sends another tremor of desire through me and straight to my aching dick.
“This is a St. Andrews’ cross.” She points to an x-shaped apparatus at the end of one side of the room, made of a smooth lacquered surface, with soft-looking padded leather cuffs affixed to each point. “A person can be cuffed to it facing forward or away, depending on what’s being done to them.” There’s that gleam in her eyes again, that shimmer of desire, and I swallow hard. I’d imagined her lips around my cock, the feeling of her legs pulling my hips closer, but I’d never imagined any of this.
What did you think that thedungeonpart of ‘sex dungeon’ meant?This isn’t an ordinary brothel; I’d known that. But somehow I skipped over the dungeon part and just assumed that these girls did the usual menu of things that I’d done in bed plenty of times before.
I’ve never been opposed to a well-placed smack on a girl’s ass in doggy style, but this is far beyond anything I’ve even fantasized about.
“This is a spanking bench.” Asha motions to a padded bench—again with cuffs affixed to the legs. “Face-up or down, depending.” She points to a cupboard. “There are spanking implements in there and toys in the drawers—oral in the top, vaginal in the second, anal in the third. Cuffs and other binding implements are in that cupboard there, shibari ropes in the one next to it.” She looks at me, and even though her softly rasping voice is as calm about the entire conversation as if she were giving me a tour of her living room, I can see that gleam still in her eyes. It makes me wonder if she’s wet beneath the robe, telling me all of this, and my cock throbs.
“There are cuffs hanging from a moveable cage on the ceiling—” she points up to it, “and, of course, means of restraint on the bed. Although I find clients are usually least interested in playing on the bed—though, of course, there’s exceptions.”
“I think I might bemostcomfortable on the bed,” I say wryly, and Asha smiles seductively at me, those red lips curling in a smirk.
“I thought you might say that.” She nods at me, her fingers toying with the belt of her robe. “Go to the end of the bed then, and take off your shirt.”
Her directness catches me off guard. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a woman tell me what to do so clearly, and I find my feet carrying me in that direction before I can think twice. Something about the way she speaks compels me to do what she says, even though I’d probably have paused at any other woman telling me what to do like that.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, dragging it slowly up my torso, waiting for the soft sigh or hiss of breath that might indicate that Asha likes what she sees. I’m not a vain man, but I put in my time at the gym, and I like the idea of her being genuinely aroused by me.
When I toss it on the floor, there’s still that neutral expression on her face, with just that shine of interest in her eyes as her gaze flicks down to my jeans.
“Well.” She smirks. “Let me see what it is that’s about to burst through your zipper.”
There’s something almost derisive to her tone, as if she’s expecting nothing much, and I frown.Is this what all the girls here are like? I’d planned to ask her questions about Matvei before we got too far, but the situation feels like it’s rapidly getting away from me, and I’m not sure how to regain control of it.
It’s not an issue I’ve ever had before, and it makes me feel even more off-kilter than I might have otherwise.
And now I want to show her just to prove to her that my cock is worth looking at.
I undo my belt with quick, deft fingers, dragging my zipper down, kicking off my shoes as I push the denim and my boxers down my hips, taking my time with it. I hesitate when just the base of my cock starts to peek out, wanting to tease her a little, but all I get is a roll of her eyes and a tap of her foot.
“I told you to take them off.” Asha strides towards me, her footsteps quick and deliberate. “Do you need me to do it for you?”
That’s more like it.There’s still that derisive tone in her voice, but at least she’s acting as if shewantsto touch me.
“Sure.” I give her a cocky smile, leaving my jeans and underwear hanging off my hips, my cock on the verge of bursting free. “Come take them off of me, then.”
Her hands, which have been resting on the belt of her robe, suddenly undo it, pushing the silk aside. The robe opens, slipping off of her shoulders, and my jaw nearly drops when I see what’s under it.
Asha is wearing what looks like nothing but a mass of leather straps, covering her breasts and hips and thighs and pussy, and as the robe falls to the floor, my cock lurches, stiffening to a near-painful hardness as I stare at her, every thought in my head other than getting inside of her driven entirely out of it.
I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life.
And this one is already mine for the night.
