Memories of her time with Ben flashed through her mind: squirming in his lap as he finger-fucked her on the patio of Jake’s lakeside cabin; making her squirt for the first time; tied to the chair on Jake’s boat with her bikini bottom stuffed into her mouth; exhausted and exhilarated after he had wrung ten orgasms in a row out of her; coming undone in his arms as the shower jets blasted her; and having her ass penetrated with his hardness.
Even though she sat in water, she could feel a different sort of wetness develop. Would her arousal be helpful or not tonight?
“How is the bath?” Amanda asked upon returning. She handed Kimani another glass of water. “Your Master would like you to stay hydrated.”
Kimani balked at the word again and wondered if she would ever get used to it. She took the towel Amanda held out to her and dried herself, including the area between her legs.
“Here’s your bra and panties,” Amanda said, casually holding a cup-less shelf bra of red satin and black lace trim, and a matching crotch-less thong.
At least it wasn’t a chastity belt, Kimani thought ruefully to herself as her cheeks burned. She slid on the lingerie.
“And here are your stockings and shoes.”
Kimani pulled on the thigh-high nylons with elasticized lace tops, then stared at the black platform sandals with ridiculously high heels.
“Those are not my kind of shoes.”
“They were all I was given. I think they’re amazingly hot. You’ll look great in them.”
Amanda helped her into the shoes. ““You’ll be in the Dungeon. I’ll show you where it is.”
The Dungeon. That did not sound promising.
“Can I at least throw a robe or some clothes on top?”
“Your Master didn’t say you could.”
“But he probably didn’t say I couldn’t, either.”
“True. Well, it’s up to you if you want to take that chance.”
Kimani decided it was probably best not to risk it.
“Your Master did allow for a mask if you wanted some anonymity.”
From a dresser that had three mannequin heads with wigs and masks, she plucked off a black satin mask.
“You look super sexy,” Amanda said after Kimani had affixed the mask to her face.
And ready for the slaughter, Kimani thought to herself.
She followed Amanda down another set of stairs and through a room not unlike the one on the main floor of The Lair. In one corner, a woman of Indian descent was flogging her partner. On the sofa in the middle of the room, a transsexual was thrusting her hips into the man before her. Though neither couple paid too much attention to Amanda and Kimani, Kimani still felt as if she was being paraded through the room.
Amanda took her through a set of curtains into a room that appeared the opposite of the Silk Room. Instead of silk wallpaper, the walls of the Dungeon appeared to be the original concrete of the converted warehouse. Like Ben’s playroom, there was a St. Andrew’s cross and a wrought-iron bed with a mattress. There was also a rack and pillory.
“Have fun,” said Amanda before she left
Kimani swallowed.
Game on.
Chapter Twenty-One
Bloody amazing.
When Ben had picked out the lingerie, he knew they were going to look sexy on Kimani, but when he walked into the Dungeon, what he saw exceeded all expectation. The lingerie was the best damn purchase he had ever made. He liked the look of black lace on her dark skin, and her breasts, pushed up by the bra, looked fucking amazing. Her areolas made his mouth water.
He had chosen to dress the part as well, sporting leather pants and a tight-fitting black tee. Walking over to her, he made an obvious sweep of her from head to toe with his stare. She shivered beneath his devouring gaze.