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“These are from your dresser,” he said, gazing at her with heated eyes. “I like them. A lot.”
She trailed a hand down his arm, resting her fingertips there as she continued to absorb. A chain was draped over the rafters, close enough to the bench to reinforce the motorcycle theme. It connected to hardpoints for restraints.
The loft wall behind the bike now had a brick covering like her pillars, only these bricks had been painted black and then overlaid with green strands of code, raining down the wall in straight lines. Like the opening to the Matrix, one of her favorite films. These lines also looked like bars, caging the silhouette of a kneeling male. Head down, shoulders tense in a waiting posture.A woman’s silhouette was painted in front of the bars, to the right, reaching for him between two lines of code.
Skye glanced down at her instructions.Once you’re in the playroom, press the blue button.
A ripple of green light started flowing along those lines of text. Silver sparks touched the shoulders and eyes of the kneeling male, the silhouette of the Mistress, her heels.
She loved it. Absolutely loved it.
Who had set all this up? Her sisters knew she’d be curious, so they’d satisfied that question with an explanation at the bottom of the paper, handwritten in Ros’s crisp cursive.We pulled in Jon Forte from Kensington & Associates, the only person as smart as you about this stuff.
Jon routinely brought erotic toys and gadgets to Progeny that impressed Skye. They’d swapped ideas before. Being a Dom himself, he’d obviously known what subtle touches would kindle a Mistress’s pleasure.
A medicine-sized cabinet had been mounted on the wall. The bronze handle looked like a naked kneeling male from the back. Her fingers curled around his waist and hips to open the door, and she inhaled a silent chuckle as the tip of her finger brushed over a blunt but noticeable erection inside the curve of his body.
Inside the cabinet were lubricants, first aid supplies and snips. On a round glass table beneath it a tall vase contained purple and silver carbon canes and several floggers. A bottle of whiskey, two shot glasses and a trio of frosted glass dildos were also on the table. Tiger’s firm lips quirked at the arrangement, then he shook his head with further amusement as she pointed out the cabinet handle’s lifelike anatomy.
There was more. A contoured couch would allow her to ride her biker in different positions. On a strip of wall next to the Matrix design, they’d mounted some of her favorite toy choices. Paddles, more floggers and restraints, plus one of Tiger’s belts.They must have retrieved it from her room, since she had him keeping some clothes here. It just so happened it was the belt she’d used on him during the first session where she’d learned how well he responded to impact play, particularly when it came from leather.
She’d be using it on him again for sure.
The carefully chosen equipment still left her ample space to create the scenarios she wanted, with the perfect props to enhance them. The final section of her new space had a mat laid out next to a low table. Colorful candle wax options and supplies were arranged on it. Wax play was something she hadn’t yet investigated to her satisfaction, but they’d known it interested her.
As she imagined marking Tiger’s skin with the hot drips, creating designs inspired by wherever her mind took her, she noted a card had been left on the low table. A bow with gauzy ribbon ends flowing from the ceiling fan currents had been attached to it, so she wouldn’t miss it.
She picked it up and began to read.
This is all for you, but each of us left a specific gift for Tiger.
The Matrix wallpaper with the suggestion of him behind the bars of code, willingly your captive, was Cyn’s idea.
The monitor, so he could easily see what you want and demand, was Abby’s.
The bike was mine. Self-explanatory.
Vera’s was the mats and candle wax, so he can serve you in new ways.
Their validation and claim, just as she’d thought, to reinforce the one she had on him. One he’d just confirmed himself, by giving her a symbol for a collar. Plus the ring she had tucked in her phone bag.
We all helped pick out the toys. Enjoy, celebrate, and know we love you.
As she looked at all of it, at the things her sisters had left her, at all they’d done for her, knowing what he meant to her, her gaze came back to him. This space was theirs, to share. Accepting that, understanding it, meant she was brave enough to share a lot more with him.
She drew the ring box out of her bag. Tiger had been studying their surroundings, as pleased as she was with all of it. But as soon as she did that, his attention was on her. She offered the box to him.
He took it, his expression carefully neutral, honoring his declaration not to pressure or judge her decision on it. But before he could tuck it back in his pocket, she extended her hand. Palm down, fingers spread out.
She wasn’t giving it back.
That neutral look dropped instantly, replaced by an exultant joy that had her smiling, feeling giddy and delighted…all the things she never thought she’d feel about such a moment.
Tiger took the ring from the box and slid it on her finger. Then he dropped to his knee, still gripping her hand, and pressed a kiss high on her thigh. His arms circled her and held.
Touching his face, she drew his attention to her. She gestured to the room. To the beginning of where the journey would take them from here. She lifted both hands, freeing them only for the time it took to make the sign. Thumb and pinky lifted, rest of fingers closed, a quick flick of them forward and back. A smile crossed her face.
“Let’s play.”
