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Alastair gazed at me, and I swear there was an evil glint in his eye. “There’s a lot of stuff in that room, and I want you to try out everything.”
I swallowed.Fuck. Me.
“Well, everything that interestsyou, that is. I’m hoping most of it will.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thanks, Sebastian.”
“No worries, Alastair.”
We walked back through the crowd, and I noticed the Youngbloods and some others eyeing me with interest.
“I feel like I’m being led to the auction block.”
“Ooh, now there’s an idea,” Alastair murmured, taking my hand.
“What?”
He shrugged, climbing the stairs ahead of me. “That would be a fun game.”
“Oh my God.”
“Red…or green, Toby?”
“Um. Green.” My mind spun with the idea, and my cock got harder, also from looking at Alastair’s ass in those leather pants and hearing the clunk of his motorcycle boots on the floor. I wondered if sexy Nigel had seen them.Probably.
No, no, no, I wasn’t going to think aboutNigel!I used a visualization technique I’d learned from Esther and pictured myself shoving him off a jetty into green water. He didn’t die—I wasn’t that evil—but he came up treading water with seaweed in his hair and a seagull shat on him.
I smiled to myself as I followed Alastair.
* * * *
Now that the Bordello was beginning to hold some very dear memories, I didn’t think of the space as intimidating, except that tonight we were here forseriouskink, and I supposed the buildup had made me anxious.
The St. Andrew’s cross—I remembered the saint this time, so I must be learning—was imposing and made of polished mahogany, with leather padding all along the wood so it at least would be comfortable while you were screaming in agony at the hands of your Dom—or so I imagined.
Every time we’d come into this room on previous occasions, that cross had been there, watching us and waiting.
He led me through the parlor area, past the school desks and the bed and over to the ‘serious’ side of the room, where the bondage furniture was arranged in ways to make each piece accessible.
“Why don’t you have a closer look, Toby? Touch stuff, examine the furniture. Tell me what excites you,” Alastair said, leaning against the wall by the door with his hands in his pockets. He seemed unbelievably calm for someone who was about to tie me up and do horrible, wonderful things to my body. But I saw the bulge in the front of those brown leather pants and the intensity in his gaze when he looked at me.
“Sure,” I said.
Alastair had told me to dress in something comfortable and easy to take off, as he probably would have me naked for most of our visit. I’d worn a pair of black yoga pants—yes,I had yoga pants,no,I didn’t do yoga—and a baby blue T-shirt with aSave the Pandalogo on it.
I felt like a virgin as I walked around the space. Alastair had never brought me to this section of the Bordello before, and I wanted to check everything out. There was a leather swing with chain links that rocked when I touched it. And the Berkley Horse that Alastair had explained the first time we’d come to the room. There was some kind of spanking bench that gave me chills—good ones—when I touched its padded top. But the thing that almost made me swallow my tongue when I saw it was the pillory.
“Holy shit,” I said, touching the wood and noticing that this piece of furniture did not have padding. It was meant to be uncomfortable.
I glanced at Alastair, who watched me with an intensity that would have alarmed me if I hadn’t known him well. He was obviously going into his Dom persona now, and I felt small and out of my depth.
“Do you like the look of that, Toby?”
“Like…is not the word I would use. No.”
“Okay. How does it make you feel when you look at it?”
