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Was it her imagination, or did his voice sound a little bit hoarse? Taking another peek, Angel nearly turned and ran just looking at the hungry expression on his face. Master Adam didn’t look like Mr. Grouchy or even Mr. Serious anymore. No, he looked like he wanted to devour her whole. Her body responded with a tingling warmth she’d never felt from stripping down. Hell he hadn’t even touched her yet!
It was her body’s response that was making her want to run. She so didn’t feel ready for this. But she was already more than halfway there, plus she’d have to get re-dressed again, so she stayed in place and pulled down the lacy shorts followed by the g-string.
Angel didn’t look at the very obviously wet piece of fabric as she laid it on top of the pile. It was too embarrassing.
“Hands at your sides,” he barked out as they started to drift in front of her. Angel snapped them back to either side of her hips.
She felt decidedly vulnerable, completely naked save for her thigh highs and heels, in a room slowly filling up with people as she stripped. It wasn’t full by any means, but there were more people than when she’d first arrived, and she didn’t know any of them. The sensation was both exciting and unnerving.
As was the way Master Adam’s eyes were slowly perusing over her, drinking her in. His face didn’t show anything, but going by the bulge at the front of his pants he was at least enjoying something about the sight. She wished she didn’t feel so desperate for some sign of approval from him. Then again, what woman wouldn’t want approval from a sexy man who was studying her so intently?
His eyes came back up to her face and her breath stuttered to a stop. Those icy blue eyes had a tendency to do that to her. Who needed air, anyway?
“You have your safe word, but sometimes I’m going to want to ask how you’re doing. If you’re good and you want to keep going, say green. If you’re nervous or want to slow down, say yellow.” He studied her face. “How are you feeling right now?”
“Green,” she said, with as much bravado as she could muster.
It wasn’t entirely true. She was feeling anxious and out of her element, but she also didn’t want to leave and she didn’t want to slow down. In fact, the faster they could move on to the next part of this, the better.
Adam
Does she know she has her fists clenched at her sides? he wondered. With any other new submissive he’d say she was anxious but excited, eager to continue but also tempered with an understandable amount of fear of the unknown. With Angel he wasn’t sure how much he could trust his instincts. Sometimes he would give submissives the color scheme if they seemed nervous or like they were having trouble giving up control.
Angel did seem like she was having a little bit of trouble giving up control, but in a way that made a Dominant’s pulse beat faster because this strong personality was following his commands, fitting herself to his will. The kind of struggle he loved to be a voyeur to. He’d given her the colors because he was feeling a bit unsure of himself, unsure of his ability to read her.
And he really, really hated that.
“Alright then, little one,” he grinned at her, enjoying watching her face heat as his eyes traveled over those delicious curves again. “On the bench.”
With her teetering heels he had to help her a little, providing a hand to hold for balance as she got her knees in place. Touching her sent little sizzles of heat up his skin, which he tried to ignore.
Good god, those stockings. Just inches away from her pussy lips—which were completely bare—and now he could see how they came up so very close to the rounded curve of her ass. No hidden surprises here; Angel was as roundly curved underneath her clothes as she looked. Fake padding not needed for this hourglass figure.
Unable to help himself, he rubbed his hand over her back where the corset boning had dug into her skin and left red marks. She sighed happily as his hand smoothed over her skin. He could feel Angel relaxing under his hand as he touched her. Hell, she was practically purring.
It took everything he had to move his hand away rather than letting it travel down her body to cup the now lifted curves of her ass. He had to keep a grip on himself and remind himself not to take her reactions for granted. They could be faked.
Almost angrily he snapped cuffs around her ankles and wrists. All the spanking benches were equipped with them, although of course you could bring your own from home too. Tightening them around her limbs, he made sure she could still move all her fingers and toes.
“I need you to tell me immediately if anything starts to tingle or hurt.”
“Okay.”
Adam reached up and smacked her bottom.
“Ouch! I mean... yes Sir.” Her voice sounded properly contrite, as if she hadn’t remembered. Maybe she hadn’t.
Standing up, he left her there for a moment to get used to the restraints as he fetched a couple of toys from the communal chest Patrick kept available. For an Introduction Scene she wouldn’t be charged, unless she requested something super fancy. But Adam was sticking with the basics.
8
Angel
Wriggling on the spanking bench, Angel found herself feeling both claustrophobic and excited. She knew people could see her and she was more on display than ever. But the restraints also made her feel enclosed, constrained which was their job, but she’d forgotten how much she hated not being able to move her legs. Still, she was determined to show Master Adam she could do this. She hated how he looked at her like he thought she couldn’t handle anything he was dishing out.
And, even if they were making her claustrophobic, she was excited by them. It made being naked easier since she didn’t have a choice now. Taking off her clothes had been much harder than lying on this bench, even if she was showing off all her goodies to anyone who walked behind her.
Now that she was all tied up, she had to trust Master Adam not to give her more than what she wanted. Obviously, he’d read her survey and she had to believe he would stick to that and he would take care of her. Unless she said her safe word, but even that was an exercise in trust because she had to believe he would stop. There were Dungeon Monitors, but how much could go wrong before they arrived?
