Desired (Club Sin 3)

Hand in hand, Kyler led Ella toward a stage on the left side of the dungeon. She noticed most of the members were standing near the spanking bench, where Dom Porter flogged a submissive that Ella hadn’t personally met yet.

Terrific. They’re all busy.

Not to say that Ella wasn’t excited over the idea of others watching her, but she wasn’t ready to jump up and down about the idea, either.

On the stage where Kyler headed, there were three long pink aerial silk sheets hanging from the ceiling. The one in the middle was wider, and the two narrower pieces ran down next to it. She’d seen something similar during an aerial ballet show that her grandmother had taken her to.

Off to the side of the silks, she noticed a bench that looked similar to a pommel horse, with a curved back and no handles. Upon closer scrutiny, it was made of cherrywood, with padded black leather on the top and on the sides.

Following Kyler, she climbed the steps onto the stage and her focus drifted back to Porter’s scene. Though the flogging looked intense and mildly painful, leaving the submissive with a bright red bottom, Ella’s body flushed.

How would that feel?

Was it pleasurable or was it painful?

Her book said a flogging was intense and the pain brought a higher pleasure, but to fully understand it Ella thought she’d have to experience it. And she realized she wanted to, and shivered in anticipation.

“Ah, I see how that scene excites you,” her Dom said.

Ella nearly banged into Kyler as he had stopped on the stage. He gripped her arms, steadying her. Then he brushed his finger down her throat with the whisper of a touch. “But knowing what you’ve been through, we will grow into that type of scene, yes?”

She frowned. “Kyler, just because Rory hurt me doesn’t mean I’m broken or you need to baby me. I want to do what every other submissive would do. Please don’t treat me differently.” She didn’t want to be a victim, she had never wanted that. “I know the difference betwee

n violence and the smack on an ass from pleasure.”

His eyes narrowed, stone cold. “First, little one, what mistake did you make?”

She froze.

He waited.

“I called you Kyler,” she grumbled.

“Yes, you did.” He closed the distance, pressing his hard and hot body against hers. “Because you’re new to the lifestyle, you will be allowed a few errors. That is one. Get to five and you’ll be punished.”

Her insides boiled as his eyes blazed, not with a look that scared her, but with a sexy burn that enticed her. He added with a low voice, “Doms have limits, too. Flogging you or taking you into impact play in that regard is my soft limit. For now, that is nonnegotiable.”

All traces of hardness faded from his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair, giving a little tug. “You will enjoy yourself tonight, but we will play this my way.” His stern gaze left no room for argument. “Until I know there’s nothing but trust between us, and until I firmly believe that my flogging, paddling, or spanking you will not leave a devastating mark, I won’t take you into that type of scene. Do you understand?”

Heat flooded her as he tugged on her hair, and she almost forgot what he’d said. She blinked into focus, realizing this was her submission to him. He’d bared her heart in the manner he wanted and now he played with her under his terms. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” Giving a nod of approval, he added, “And yes, you’re right to use the sir now that we’re playing.” He dragged his fingers through her hair, then turned to a tray next to the horselike contraption. After he removed two very long ropes, dark purple and dark green, he glanced over his shoulder to her. “Have you read about shibari?”

She nodded, watching him slowly approach the bench. “Yes, it’s the Japanese artistic form of rope bondage.”

“Exactly.” He crooked a finger at her. “Our scene tonight will include shibari.” Watching her every step as she approached, he went on, “Down the road, I won’t necessarily tell you everything that will happen in a scene, but for the first few times together I will, to reassure you. Things between us will be clear. All right?”

“Yes, sir.” She swallowed past the hard thud between her thighs and the warming of her most intimate parts. Kyler holding ropes that he planned to decorate her body with made her damp with need.

When she settled in front of him, he smiled, brushing the side of her cheek. “The majority of our time will be spent doing the shibari. Ropes are beautiful, especially on you.” He ran the soft rope over her shoulders, settling it behind her neck, and she shivered.

He continued, “Once the shibari is complete, I plan to use nipple clamps.” He tugged on the rope, forcing her closer. “Having said that, it’s good practice to only keep them on for ten minutes because of blood flow. So, things will move fast once those are on. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He inclined his head. “Tonight is about sensation play. Feelings things you haven’t before, such as bondage and clamps. I won’t push you beyond that.” He hesitated, apparently enjoying the squirm she did at those suggestions, since his smile turned dark. “Do you have any questions?”

“No, sir.” Get that rope on me!