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The instructor’s voice slices through my reverie.“The submissive holds immense power in this dynamic.Trust, communication, mutual respect… these are the pillars.”
I find myself nodding, lost in thought.The weight of this realization feels profound.I look back to find Kingsley’s attention pinned back on the demonstration.
Applause filters throughout the room when it comes to a finish, and the crowd filters out to the bar and suites nearby.Immediately, I follow Kingsley while he strides ahead of me, then enters one of the play suites Dante spoke about.
With my heart in my throat, I walk inside.
There are around twenty people in here, some already in the throes of sex while others watch on.Various equipment lines the walls, such as the riding crops that were just demonstrated.Beside them are three wooden crosses where submissives are catering to their masters.I think that’s what they call them.
Fuck, I can barely breathe.Giving complete power and control to a man during sex isn’t something I ever thought I wanted until now.
“Hey, baby girl,” an unfamiliar voice says, and I turn and smile, watching a man approach me in a blue mask with feathers.
“Do you want to play?”he asks, signaling to the many apparatuses in the room.
The buzz of the alcohol starts to settle in.“No, thank you,” I say politely.
He steps a bit closer.“Is it your first time?”he asks, making me uncomfortable with the proximity.
I take a step back, reminding myself that everyone here has been vetted, and Dante has strict protocols.Still, I can’t help but feel suffocated by this man.
“She’s with me, aren’t you, kitten?”I look past the man to find Kingsley staring at me, his eyes framed by a thick, velvet mask.
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to say, my voice barely recognizable as my own, and the man grunts, making a swift exit.“Thank you,” I admit to Kingsley.
He turns to me, eyes locked onto mine.“Kitten, I did that for me.”
“Why?”I breathe out, caught between relief and curiosity.
Why,Sir?” I look up at him, my eyes searching for a clue in his.
“Because I want to see how that black dress looks against the cross,” he replies.
My gaze shifts to the cross leaning against the wall, handcuffs dangling from its top.
Oh God.
My hand glides over its wooden frame, feeling the padded leather upholstery.This is all so new, yet strangely inviting.
Kingsley’s steps close the distance between us, each one heavy with intent.The idea of being secured to a cross was never on my mind, but now, it’s all I can think about.
“What next, Sir?”I ask, channeling the role of the submissive I’d seen in demonstrations.
He halts right in front of me, our eyes locking, the tension palpable.“Before we begin, do you have a safe word?”His voice is deep and serious.
Shit, Is this actually happening?
I nod, finally finding my voice.“Phoenix,” I say the first word that springs to mind.
He commits the word to memory, then continues, “Use it if you need to, and I will stop immediately.”
Even in this brief exchange, the trust he establishes cements the unspoken agreement between us.He guides me to the cross with one firm hand on my back.His movements are sure, securing my wrists and ankles with a practiced ease.
His fingers trace a path from my wrists down to my arms, eliciting a shiver from me.With deliberate care, he lifts the hem of my dress, exposing the curve of my backside and my lace thong.
“I’ve seen you watching, waiting,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a seductive promise.“Now, experience what you’ve been craving.”
A sharp spank lands, the sting both surprising and exhilarating.Another follows.I’m hot with need and surprised to feel an orgasm building with each strike he lands.But even amidst the intensity, the safe word, our safeguard, hangs in the air.
