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“The same limits as last time?”
All her hard limits, plus the no sex thing. Angel jerked her head yes. She knew she needed to confirm ‘no sex’ now, because during her Introduction Scene she would have done anything to have him fuck her properly. It was what her body craved, but her brain knew it wasn’t a good idea. Especially if he was only scening with her again because it was a responsibility or a make-up session.
Maybe it would have been different if he’d approached her for no other reason than he’d wanted to, but even then, she wouldn’t want him to think she was too easy. For whatever reason, she felt very comfortable with him. And was extremely attracted to him.
“Is there a particular room or piece of equipment you want to use? I don’t believe the office is in use this evening, or we could wait for one of the other rooms. It shouldn’t be long.”
Possibilities whirled through her head from the tour she’d taken the last time. But when she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling or if he was even as attracted to her as she was to him, the last thing she wanted to do was give herself a false sense of intimacy by being alone with him. And there was another piece of equipment down in the Dungeon she’d always been wildly curious about.
“The Saint Andrews Cross,” she said. “And um... not a whip but... something.”
“Something.” A little smile creased his lips for a moment before it disappeared again. “I can work with that.” His thumb brushed over her knuckles again, this time with a little bit more pressure and he lowered his hand, although he didn’t let go of hers, and started moving.
As she followed him down the stairs, she tried not to think about how nice it was to have her hand in his, or how warm his palm was, or how considerate he was as he made sure she didn’t stumble on the stairs in her high heels.
He’s trying to make things up to you from last time, she scolded herself. He even told you so. She couldn’t take it personally that he was being so darn attentive to her this time around.
Last time it had gotten her kind of hot when he’d been pissy. This time it was making her all warm and tingly that he wasn’t. So basically, according to her body, the man could do no wrong.
Delightful.
They were lucky, there were several Saint Andrew’s crosses free, despite the number of people in the club. It was more crowded than it had been during her Introduction Scene. To Angel’s surprise, a fair number of them were watching the scenes rather than participating.
She looked up at Master Adam as he led her towards one of the open crosses. “There’s so many people here... don’t they want to play?”
“Not always,” he answered, glancing around the room at the various scenes and their audiences. “Sometimes watching a good scene can be as satisfying as being in one. Some people enjoy watching, period. And sometimes, if you don’t feel like playing, you still want to be involved in some way.”
“Do you ever watch?”
He paused for a moment and she wondered if she’d stepped over the line by asking him something personal. “Sometimes. Usually if I’m not here to scene I stay up at the bar.”
Angel wondered how often he came to scene. Mostly it was curiosity, flavored with a tinge of jealousy. Not her business, so she didn’t ask.
When they stopped in front of the St. Andrew’s cross, Master Adam let go of her hand and stepped up to inspect the gleaming wood and the restraints screwed into it. Angel watched him silently. Apparently satisfied, he turned back toward her and she braced herself for the order to strip. It would be a lot scarier with so many people in the club, but she was ready to do it.
“Hands at your sides,” he said instead, stepping towards her.
There was a little gleam in his eye as if he could see she was unsettled by the deviation from their previous scene’s structure. But she put her hands at her side, tilting her head up at him almost defiantly until he raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a hard look. A blush spread across her cheeks and she dropped her gaze to his feet.
Peeking at him, he was too tall for her to see his face, but she could see him unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. He rolled them up to his elbows, the quick, brisk motions of a man getting ready for work. Why was it so damn sexy? It wasn’t like revealing forearms was inherently hot, but waiting for him to roll up his shirt sleeves while she stood here, knowing she was going to be punished, pleasured, and who knows what else... well, she was drenching her panties to say the least.
“Stand still.” His voice barked out and she stilled, realizing she’d been shifting her weight. Trying to peek at him from under her eyelashes again, she caught her breath at the hungry, almost predatory look that went across his face.
He didn’t look at all grouchy or disinterested or any of the other emotions she’d seen him show before. She licked her lips to wet them and then followed it with a drag of her teeth across the lower one, her gaze flicked down, right to his crotch where he was starting to sport a bulge. It wasn’t super obvious in jeans, but it was there.
He wasn’t entirely immune to her. Unless he got hard every time he played, which also seemed possible. Might not have anything to do with her at all. But how to explain that look?
Then he moved forward to stand directly in front of her and began to unlatch her top. Angel’s breathing stuttered and restarted as his fingers pulled apart each hook and eye, slowly revealing the curves of her breasts and then her stomach, until the entire top was gaping open. Her body was practically trembling with how much she wanted him to touch her, but despite how close he was standing and despite the fact he was undressing her, his fingers hadn’t brushed her skin once.
It was unnerving. Exciting. Scary. Anxiety-inducing.
When he finally put a finger under her chin and tipped her head back to look at him, she barely managed to stifle a moan that he’d finally touched her.
Adam
God she was beautiful. Her eyes were dark, her pupils fully dilated, and her breath was coming in soft pants that would have told him how aroused she was even if her nipples weren’t drilling holes through the soft suede of her top. The fists clenched at her sides opened and closed again as she struggled to stay still, even though she obviously wanted to move, to touch him.
That turned him on too.
