up enough to have my nipples beading and my clit throbbing; my pussy was already soaking wet.
I’d felt just as intimated back when Damien had tied me to the bed in his oceanside home. There’d been no regrets over that evening. He’d warned me it would be memorable, and it was. Though he’d done hardly anything to me there.
Which was why I hadn’t left this room yet. A replay on that night was as alluring as it was terrifying. I recalled my disappointment when I’d been escorted out of Seascape in the early hours and whisked away in a helicopter with the unspoken threat that I would never return there.
I ran my palm over my right arm, feeling it tingle at the memory of Damien’s touch, trying to comprehend why I had this craving.
For him.
For this.
For more.
The excitement inside me elicited a heady sense of arousal that had me craving his affection, yearning for more of his roughness.
And admittedly his love—or at the very least, his approval.
What he’d done to me in the back of that chauffeur-driven car on the way here had given me the merest taste of the way he liked to dominate. God, I wanted it.
Wanted it all, only…
I looked around at the walls and shelves that offered up strange contraptions promising an alternative to pleasure. It made me recall the images Madeline had shown me—a glimpse into Damien’s depravity, a whole spectrum of perversion, apparently.
To be taken like that…shared, even. Owned like that woman in the video.
Footfalls were heading in this direction.
I gasped and hurried over to the end of the bed, kneeling before it and assuming the same pose that had seemed to please him upstairs.
I only had to wait a few more moments before he walked into the room.
He moved toward me with a stern demeanor that sent shivers up my spine. He’d already removed his necktie. I watched as he peeled off his watch strap, placing it on a high table.
He rolled up his shirt sleeves and casually moved about the room, opening drawers and pulling out contraptions, laying them all in a line on top of the mahogany table.
Daring to raise my head a little more, I peeked at the nipple clamps he’d chosen. The magic wand that lay beside them looked familiar, and I saw a mysterious metal device that was unappealing. I tried not to betray my thoughts, but was unable to hide my concern.
He leaned back against the table and returned his focus to me, crossing his ankles casually as though gauging my reaction to the objects he’d put on display.
I went to speak, wanting to ask what came next.
He raised his finger to stop me. “Eyes diverted. That was your first mistake. Second, your palms should be turned upward. Ready to receive. Any of this sound familiar?”
“Don’t send me away,” I blurted out.
“Give me a good reason not to.”
“If I don’t experience this now, I never will.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
I shot him a glare. “You know this is not the world I come from.”
“Second mistake, you’re still speaking. Which offends me.”
I slapped my hand to mouth to stop myself from interrupting.
He pushed off and strolled toward me. “This chamber has rules. You broke all of them.”
I averted my eyes, aware of him kneeling before me, sensing his dangerous demeanor. He even seemed to dominate the air I had to breathe.
His hand reached between my thighs and he touched me. I jolted when his fingertip brought an instant of bliss as he stroked my sex. Then he pulled away to examine the sticky wetness on the tip of his fingers with curiosity, rubbing the thickness between his thumb and forefinger like a teacher grading a task.
Reaching for me again, he cupped my pussy, his firm hand pressing against my softness. “I shouldn’t have had to wait for this. You’ve been mine for months.”
“Let’s make it special between us,” I said breathlessly.
“It’s my understanding that you’re here for a different kind of special, true?” His thumb grazed my clit.
I shuddered as his fingers slid along my wetness. Oh, it felt so good. My feelings were gliding between affection and wanting him to be the man I’d imagined he was.
“So wet.” His finger flicked my clit.
I flinched forward.
“Good girl.” A nod, hinting I’d passed a test.
He pushed to his feet and stared down at me, looking intrigued.
I reached for his zipper.
“Another rule broken.”
I let my hands fall to my thighs with my palms facing up. “I thought you might like it.”