With single-minded determination, Mac escorted Stephanie up to their private suite at The Players Club, which was located on the upper level of the mansion and away from the general population. On the way, he didn’t stop or say anything more to Stephanie, not wanting to give himself the chance to change his mind about the eccentric and unconventional gift he’d bought for her.
Once they arrived, he led her past the living room and connecting kitchen and straight to the adjoining room designed in black leather and chrome, which was equipped with all their favorite playthings—all sorts of kinky BDSM furniture, cabinets filled with restraints, paddles and sex toys, a bondage bed, and other erotic fixtures situated throughout the room.
There was one new addition in the
corner, currently covered with a red silk sheet to disguise what was beneath, and it immediately caught Stephanie’s attention. Once he closed the door to the playroom and released her hand, she walked toward the concealed and oddly shaped object. Mac followed, his heart hammering hard and fast in his chest with a mix of anticipation and those annoying doubts he just couldn’t shake.
Her beautiful face was etched with curiosity, and she lifted a hand, intending to pull the sheet off, but Mac lightly and quickly slapped her hand away before she could expose what was beneath. She jerked her fingers back and gave him a startled look for his silent reprimand.
“No touching,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice, letting her know that they were already shifting into a scene. That he was in control and she was his to command.
Confusion filled her blue eyes as they met his, even as she automatically slipped into a more demure, submissive role. “Isn’t this my birthday present?”
“It is,” he confirmed with a curt nod. “But did I give you permission to uncover it?”
She shook her head. “No, sir,” she said softly.
He came up behind her, unzipped her dress, and pushed her sleeves off her arms. The gown slithered down her body, the red pool of fabric settling around her ankles, leaving her completely naked since she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties.
He trailed his fingers down the slope of her bare spine and felt her shiver beneath his touch. “You don’t get to unwrap your gift until after your punishment,” he murmured into her ear.
“Punishment for what?” she asked, her voice coy as she played the game he’d started.
“For being so fucking bossy at home earlier when I was supposed to be in charge,” he reminded her. “I told you you’d be reprimanded, and I wouldn’t be a very good dominant if I didn’t follow through on my promises.”
He slowly walked around her so that he was now facing Stephanie again and let his gaze roam down the length of her gorgeous body. He took in her high, firm breasts, the indentation of her waist, the flare of her hips, and those supple thighs he wanted to bury his face between so he could drown in her scent and taste.
Jesus, it made his dick impossibly hard how goddamn beautiful and uninhibited she was. How sexy and sensual and proud . . . yet perfectly obedient.
“Take down your hair,” he ordered, wanting access to it so he could wrap his hands in those thick tresses and control her movements when the time came.
Reaching up to her head, she began pulling pins from the updo as he took off his suit jacket and laid it over a nearby spanking bench, followed by his tie. Pieces of her hair started falling around her shoulders and bounced in soft waves down her back while she watched him unfasten the button at his wrist, then roll up the sleeve of his shirt.
She bit her lower lip, her breath quickening as he gradually revealed one muscular forearm, then the other. She’d once confessed to him that watching him roll up his sleeves turned her on because it spoke of confidence and masculinity, power and strength, and ambition and authority. And when he cuffed his shirt in the playroom, she knew things were about to get seriously dominant and physical.
By the time he was done and her hair was completely unbound, her face was flushed. Her eyes were hazy with desire, and her nipples were furled so hard and tight he was tempted to bite them just to hear her moan. She’d stepped out of her dress but was still wearing her heels, and as much as he enjoyed fucking her with them on, that wasn’t the plan tonight.
“Take off your shoes, too,” he said, keeping his voice firm and direct. “The only thing I want you wearing is the diamond collar around your neck and your engagement ring.” Both of which claimed her as his. “Then I want you up on the bed, facedown, ass up, and your arms stretched above your head, while I decide what I’ll use to deliver your punishment.”
At his explicit order, undeniable lust glowed in her eyes and she walked toward the bed—which was covered in soft black sheets and made specifically for bondage play with a multitude of metal slats and cross bars to accommodate restraints, riggings, and anchors, depending on what he wanted to do to Stephanie. While she situated herself, he went to the cabinet where he stored their impact play toys.
Wanting something that would heighten Stephanie’s endorphin levels and provide equal parts pain and pleasure, he passed over the leather paddles and crops and selected a flogger. The tails on this one were long and soft and made of suede, initially deceptively luxurious as the strands trailed along bare skin—until a precise flick of the wrist, and then the strike of those tails provided a merciless, titillating sting of ecstasy that never failed to make Stephanie exceedingly wet and incited her need to come.
And that’s precisely what he required before introducing Stephanie to her gift. He needed her pussy as slick as possible and eager to be fucked and her body right on the edge of orgasm.
He also retrieved one of the spreader bars from a nearby shelf, then strolled toward the side of the bed where Stephanie had dutifully assumed the provocative and submissive position he’d requested—her perfect ass raised high and her cheek resting on the sheet. Her face was turned toward him and her gorgeous blonde hair and smooth, creamy skin were such an arousing, sensual contrast to the black fabric covering the mattress.
Despite her compliant, docile pose, excitement sparked in her eyes as soon as she saw him holding his choice of punishment and the metal rod that would immobilize her legs. God, this woman. Was there nothing she wouldn’t do for him? With him? Tonight, they’d find out.
After setting the flogger and other apparatus on the bed for a moment, he took the leather restraints already attached to one of the loops in the headboard and secured a fur-lined cuff around each of her wrists. Realizing there was too much slack for his liking, he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed her upturned hips, and pulled her body all the way down the length of the mattress, until her arms were completely extended above her head without any leeway, and her bent knees reached the edge of the bed.
He smacked her bare ass with his flattened palm just because he was tempted to, with just enough force that she inhaled a sharp, startled breath at the unexpected contact. “Spread your legs,” he ordered as he grabbed the metal bar, his dick pulsing as her thighs parted a good two feet, giving him a full view of her already glistening pussy, along with the petaled base of the anal toy still inserted in her back entrance, which he left in place for now.
Grabbing the metal bar, he fastened each end around her calves with the straps, then expanded the rod even farther, rendering her immobile. Then he picked up the flogger and began his seductive torment, at first dragging the tails slowly down her back, then gently slapping the suede strands against her skin, her ass, her thighs, to let Stephanie get used to the stimulating sensation.
He tapped the tendrils between her spread legs, just light enough that the ends caressed her pussy and clit like a teasing kiss. She gasped and squirmed the best she could considering her restraints, signaling that she wanted and needed more.
Mac readily obliged, and with every lash of the flogger, he gradually increased the force and brunt of each impact, her impassioned moans urging him on. Using a heavier hand, he whipped the strands across her bottom, and she cried out as the suede smacked her flesh with each controlled strike. He continued until faint red lines appeared on her ass, then alternated between her thighs and her now sensitive pussy in gentler strokes, until she was quivering and begging for release and he was so fucking hard that he wanted to bury his dick deep inside her right here and now.