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“Give me your hand,” he commands softly, dropping the lacy bra to the floor.
His low baritone raises goosebumps across my flesh, hardening my nipples. I do as he says, lifting my right hand, palm up, for him to take. Strong fingers encircle my wrist, and he brings the soft flesh to his lips, brushing a kiss there, his facial hair tickling lightly.
Then he guides my hand up over my head and curls my fingers around the bar, silently indicating that I should hold on. I do, gripping the cold metal as he gets to work tying a knot around my wrist with nylon rope. He attaches it to the corner of the frame and gives a firm tug to ensure I’m secure.
Then he holds out his hand for my other wrist.
Repeating the same process, Maks draws a gasp from my lips when he kisses and then sucks the tender skin against his lips. The sudden, intense pressure makes my core throb as my breath quickens.
As he lifts my arm, forcing me to stand tall in my heels, I’m more than ready to further explore with Maks. He gave me a small taste of his world four years ago, and despite the fact that I’m at his mercy now, I find myself at ease—if intensely exhilarated.
He heads to the table displaying various whips, rods, chains, and devices, and this time, he collects several, making my pulse flutter. One is a delicate chain with what look like miniature rubber-coated chip clips on either end. The second is a small, simple rod that easily fits in the palm of his hand, and the third is a mean-looking whip I can only classify as a flogger. Though the strands attached to the handle look like soft leather, there are enough of them to make it look like a horse tail of sorts.
I can’t tell which one I fear most.
But despite Maks’s assurance that this room is for exploring pleasure, they look rather pain-inducing to me.
As he stalks toward me once more, his eyes brilliant with anticipation, my heart stutters. With his tattooed, muscle-bound chest on full display and several torture devices in hand, he looks dangerous, even deadly.
Still, heat coils in my belly at the magnificent sight of him.
“Tell me, pet, did you have fun teasing me?” He prowls a circle around me, his eyes scanning my body hungrily, like a predator that’s isolated its prey and is waiting for the right time to pounce.
His question feels like a trap.I know the answer, but if I say yes, will he punish me?
My momentary hesitation brings on a quick snap of the leather flogger across my behind. I gasp as stinging pain sears across my flesh, followed by a warmth that makes my stomach tremble.
“Yes!” I gasp, the flash of pain driving me to speak. “Yes, I liked teasing you.”
Maks comes around to face me, one finger hooking beneath my chin so he can tilt my face toward his. “You might not say the same thing after I’m done with you,” he murmurs.
I shiver, my knees starting to quake from the dark promise in his tone.
“Let’s play a little game, then, shall we? And we’ll see if you like being teased as much as you like handing it out.”
Heart hammering against my ribcage, I wait with bated breath to learn what he could possibly mean by that. I’m used to teasing men. I was trained to do it, and do it well, when I was working at Lady Venus. That’s what men came to experience at a strip club. The promise of sex without the follow-through.
I hadn’t even considered whether a man could tease a woman.
“I’m going to play with you, and the only rule you have to follow is that you won’t come,” he states.
Releasing my chin, he tucks the whip beneath his arm so he can twist the small rod until it makes a low buzzing noise. I gasp as he brushes it across my nipple a moment later and a jolt of euphoria flashes through me.
It’s a vibrator. The silicon covering is like silk across my sensitive nub, and he gently circles each one, making them pucker more intensely.
Then he plays with the silver chain, running it through his fingers in front of my face. When his fingers find the small clip at the end, he opens it and deliberately latches it onto one of my hard nipples.
“Hollyhocks in May!” I whimper, the pressure pinching the tip of my breast intensifying the pulse in my nipple and at the same time making my core ache for relief. It almost hurts, but mostly, it floods me with fresh heat.
He does the same to my other nipple, connecting them with the fine chain. Then he gives it a light tug, igniting a fire in my belly and urging a groan from my lips.
Taking up the vibrator once more, he slowly traces it down my stomach to the peak of my thighs.
I have no clue how I’m supposed to stop myself from coming once the toy finds my clit over my panties and Maks starts to circle it with expert accuracy. Gasping, I twitch convulsively, my hips jerking as intense pleasure crackles up my spine. There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold off for long.
“I can’t!” I cry, my wail verging on panic.
I’m so turned on that I’m at the edge of release within a matter of seconds.
