to the large wardrobe. Letting my fingers graze down the hard wood, I could only wonder what was inside.
“Open it.”
My heart jumped at the deep voice in my ear, unaware Parker had come up behind me. Doing as he said, the doors opened with a creak. Toy after toy hung from hooks or sat in red and purple velvet holders. But one item caught my eye: it was small, metal, and it looked like a pizza cutter but with sharper ends. My palms became sweaty as I picked up the item. Holding it in one hand, I grazed it over my palm, a shiver racing down my back at the sting the sharp pins made on my skin. My nerve endings exploded as images forced their way into my mind of this tiny instrument being used on the rest of my body.
“The Wartenburg wheel… Imagine it grazing over your collarbone,” Parker purred in my ear.
My breath caught.
He grabbed onto my hand that held the tiny-pronged toy and moved it back and forth over the length of my palm. Grasping my wrist, he continued guiding me as we moved the item over my skin together.
I couldn’t help but stare as the sharp pins pricked at my flesh.
“Picture this running over your nipple, biting into the hard peak.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the sound of Parker’s deep voice wash over me as the sensations of the sharp sting beat onto my skin like a drum.
“Your chest rises and falls in anticipation, not knowing where I’m going to take this next. You want it. You want to feel the delicious bite of the metal pins against your clit. Your little bundle of nerves can’t wait to explode. Can it, Keely?”
“No,” I breathed. Liquid warmth seeped between my thighs, my body ready and waiting for him to take it further. To new heights. New awareness. “Park—” I yelped when a sharp pain screamed through my hand, my eyes popping open.
“When we are in this room, you will call me Sir. In fact.” He released me. “Strip. And then present yourself to me, pet.”
I tried not to whimper at the loss of his touch and did as he said. A part of me was disappointed that I had to put the delicious little toy away, hoping that Parker would use it on me eventually.
“Don’t look so disappointed,” Parker said when I turned around. His face was passive but his deep green eyes told all. They were smoldering, on fire, and they heated my skin with just that look.
He raised an eyebrow and pointed at me.
I looked down, momentarily confused as to what he was referring to before I realized that I still had my clothes on. Pulling my dress up and over my head, I threw it on the floor. I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side before kneeling on the hard concrete. Spreading my legs, I placed my hands palms up on my thighs and kept my eyes down cast. The hard concrete made my knees ache but I didn’t complain. Yet.
“I won’t keep you there for long, Keely. I can be sadistic but I’m not a bastard.” He walked around me, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Your hair has grown since I saw you last.”
I waited, not responding until he gave me permission.
“I like it long.”
A gasp escaped my lips when my head was tugged back, my gaze meeting Parker’s. He grinned and captured my mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, pushing against mine. Fighting for that ounce of control that we both had lost since meeting so many months ago. Clenching my hands into fists, it took everything in me not to jump into his arms. Not to beg him to make love to me.
“I can feel you shaking,” he purred against my mouth.
Pushing into him, I deepened the kiss, pouring everything I had felt for him into that small touch.
Parker released me, still keeping a grip on my hair. He tilted my head, giving him better access to my neck. “I enjoy seeing you on your knees. But right now I need you completely bound to my control.” He rose to his full height and helped me to my feet. “I know you have a thing for the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
My heart skipped a beat when my gaze landed on the large X-shaped items lining the far wall.
“Choose your pleasure, pet,” he said in my ear, his voice deep and