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The fact it had taken him this long to remember made him worry he was losing his edge.
That or so many things happening at once has been too much.
More likely, that was the case. Nathan had never dealt with change and upheaval well. It took him time to adjust, and this week, he had had very little time. So many major changes all at once within such a short time span, no wonder he was having trouble keeping up.
“Do you have any likenesses of me in these?” she asked teasingly, reaching up for the folio.
“It is not… never mind,” Nathan replied, exasperated. It was not supposed to be her likeness, had not been intended to be her likeness, but there was no point in trying to deny the picture looked very much like her. He also did not want anyone else to see it, especially because of how much it looked like her.
Lily opened one of the folios, the schematics for one of the previous iterations of his newest invention. Getting to his feet, Nathan went to her and reached up to pull down several other folios, two of his and one of his brother’s. Sebastian had not been as mechanically minded as Nathan, but he had sketched, and Nathan had not had time to look through it yet and was not sure he could. His brother would have never allowed it when he was alive, so rifling through the book would only hammer home the reminder that he was dead.
Besides, there were far too many other things going on. His brother’s sketches were hardly a priority.
“Does this machine exist?” Lily asked, running her fingertips over the image in question, ruthlessly wrenching Nathan’s line of thinking from his brother to her. His erection, which had begun to deflate, swelled. Was she intrigued by the notion? She sounded intrigued.
That he might see Lily on the receiving end of his invention tonight… the very thought obliterated all else from his mind. Suddenly, he was not tired anymore.
“It does. Would you like to see it?” Though he tried to remain suave, he could not entirely contain his eagerness. Not that it mattered. Lily closed the folio and turned to look up at him, angling herself closer, her breasts almost brushing against his chest.
Tipping her head back, she smiled.
“Yes, I would.”
* * *
Lily
The machines were in the room on the other side of her husband’s chamber.
Machines. Plural.
“My goodness.” She breathed out the words, clutching the leather folio to her chest as she walked into the room, wide-eyed and taking in all the equipment scattered around. Obviously, this was her husband’s favorite hobby. Walking up to the first machine, she was surprised when her husband swiftly escorted her away from it, heading toward one at the back of the room that looked almost identical.
“Not that one,” he said hastily. “That one, ah… the boiler has a tendency to sort of explode.”
Explode?
“How safe are these?” she asked a bit faintly.
“This one is perfectly safe.” Nathan gestured at the apparatus where he had directed her. To her eye, it looked the same as the other, so the differences must be in the internal workings. “I’ve run it for four hours with no issues with the engine.”
That was somewhat reassuring.
Now that Lily was actually faced with the machine and its long arm, she was not so certain.
“Where is its…” She waved her hand where the attachment in the sketch had been. Of course, that had been the least clear part of the sketch, pictured as already having been inserted into the woman’s body.
“The dildo?” The smile that spread across Nathan’s lips was pure wickedness. “I have an assortment.” Turning, he walked over to a large wardrobe on the side of the room.
Lily had been so distracted by the various machines around the room—three larger, including the explosive one, one table with a few smaller appearing machines displayed, and two tables set in an L shape covered with various bits of machinery, where she assumed he did his work—she had not even noticed the wardrobe.
When he opened its doors, her body clenched as she saw the interior. The wardrobe was filled with hooks along its back and sides, even on the insides of its doors, covered with various implements of torment. Whips, a birch, a large paddle, and quite a few things she had no name for and no idea how they were used.
This is what it means to be part of the Society of Sin.
Although Lily was not entirely sure how she felt about the Society, a part of her was disappointed the Season was over because she was becoming curiouser and curiouser about their events. Attending one firsthand was sure to be a night of revelations.
There were several shelves set up in the wardrobe with a multitude of options of varying lengths and sizes, all distinctly phallic.
