an interesting stand she hadn’t seen before. The man-sized cross wasn’t completely vertical but tipped slightly backward. A metal ring around the bottom stabilized the stand.
“Where did it come from?”
“Master Z ordered custom furniture, and it was finally delivered. This is perfect for what I want to do to you tonight.” He positioned her at the foot of the cross. “It’ll support a bit of your weight, while keeping you at a nice angle for a flogger.”
Her mouth went dry. “Oh, well, it’s good I’ll be positioned right for your convenience.”
His laugh made her knees weak.
Slowly, he drew one finger down her cheek. “I know you better this time, sweetheart. I won’t go past what you can take—and you also have a safeword.”
His hand was warm as he cupped her cheek. “I’ll check in with you to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Okay.” She pulled in a breath. Was she really going to do this? Yes, yes, she was. “Okay.
“Very good.” His gaze swept over her. “You’re stunning in that corset, but take it off now, please.”
But, but, but…
He smiled. And waited.
Oh gods. At least they were near the quietest area of the club. And the rationale didn’t relieve her embarrassment one bit as she unhooked the corset. With lace on the top straps and extending down into a thigh-length skirt, it made her feel very feminine.
Biting her lip, she removed…everything, and now, she felt very, very naked.
At his leisurely perusal, she grew all too aware of everywhere that sagged or dimpled where it used to be firm.
“You’re so pretty.” His growl of appreciation let her breathe again.
He pulled a wide rolling table closer and set out two floggers and a cane. “Come over here, please.”
She silently joined him, feeling every single waft of air on her bare skin.
“These are what I plan to use on you. A few of the basics.”
He took her hand and ran her fingers over the suede falls of one flogger, then another with thicker strands. “Floggers are fun, don’t you think?”
What would that feel like—with him using it? With the submissive earlier, it…
“Then there’s the cane.” He stroked her fingers over the smooth, cool surface, studying her closely.
“I don’t know what a cane feels like,” she admitted.
“All right. I’ll take it easy to begin.”
Her gaze focused on the stuff still inside the bag. Even one of those spikey pizza cutter things.
He followed her gaze. “This is a Wartenberg wheel.”
“It looks…sharp.”
“The better to tease you with, my dear…sometime in the future. On your back, your ass. And it’s an interesting sensation for here.” He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her tightening nipple.
Something so sharp on her breast? She almost stepped back, but his arm behind her back kept her in place as he fondled one breast, then the other, the kneading increasing in pressure until the tissue swelled. His green gaze stayed on her face as his fingers rolled her nipples, pressed and loosened, tugged to where the pain started to slide into pure heat.
His smile appeared, then he took fleece-lined cuffs from his bag and fastened them on her wrists and ankles.
The sensation of something wrapped around her wrists was…appallingly carnal. As if he was already holding her down. She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “I thought all you Dom types used leather and buckles and padlocks.”
His laugh was deep and masculine. “I have those, too. But for inexperienced subbies, I prefer something I can release quickly.”
He turned her to face the cross. “Lean into the support and relax, Valerie.”
The padding was cool against her stomach and between her breasts. Unlike the St. Andrew’s cross, she had a place to rest her cheek as he snapped her wrist cuffs to the horizontal arms.
The upright cushion was narrow, letting her breasts dangle, and he adjusted them, openly enjoying himself in the process.
“I want your legs open, pet,” he said, a moment before he pulled her right leg out to the side and secured it to a chain on the cross’s bottom stand. “Because I like to touch…everything.”
He did her left leg. “Perfect.” He took a scrunchie from his bag and secured her hair on top of her head.
She closed her eyes and pulled in a breath as anticipation and anxiety bubbled like froth on a heated lake of arousal. It didn’t help that he was running his hand up and down her bare back. “I’m good.”
“Yes, you are.” He kissed her again, making her world spin as if the lake