We rounded a corner. The lighting was even dimmer here. At the end of the hall, he opened a door on the left. I stopped just inside it. There was a bed in the far-left corner, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. Leather straps hung from the wall in front of me. Behind it was an odd padded bench with additional pads protruding from the legs, which I guessed were for arms and calves. There was also a place for one’s head to rest.
I let out a nervous laugh. “Okay,” I said more to myself.
“Anything we do in here is your choice.” He glanced toward the bed as if in challenge.
His deep rumbling voice sent vibrations through me and I felt myself growing wet.
“How sanitary is this?” I asked.
His eyes crinkled in the corners as his grin widened. “This is a private room. Rarely used. Almost everything in here is new, including the swing. The bed has fresh sheets, and the obedience bench is wiped down with Clorox after every use.”
“Obedience,” I repeated because yes, that was the word that stuck in my mind.
He stepped closer and extended his arm. The door clicked shut, and I stood there with a decision to make.
“I’m not an exhibitionist,” I blurted.
“There are no windows here.” He glanced around as if to make a point. “There is a camera.” He pointed at the corner above my right shoulder. “Your choice.”
I looked up and spotted the camera. I shook my head, unable to speak, and he flipped a switch down. I assumed that meant the camera was off. A little light underneath it had changed from green to red. I felt like a teenage about to “do it” for the first time. What was up with that?
He caged me in against the door. “Nervous?” he asked at my ear before nipping at my throat.
I shouldn’t be, but I was. “No.”
Trying to be the bold woman I knew myself to be, I ducked under his arm and stepped farther into the room before facing him again.
“Where do we begin?” I asked.
“Nowhere. Not until I know you want this.”
His stare penetrated right to my core. I reached behind me and dragged down the zipper on my dress. When I flicked each of the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, the dress sank to the floor in a black pool of fabric. I stood there as his darkened gaze took in every naked inch of me.
“I came prepared,” I said with false bravado and a wink—I’d worn nothing underneath the dress.
When he didn’t make a move, I remembered the first thing he’d told me. I wasn’t his type. Everyone had insecurities, and he hit mine. The beautiful man made me feel small that moment thanks to the memory. I hadn’t realized my eyes had dropped until he was there with his fingers under my chin, lifting it.
“I was wrong,” he said as if he’d plucked my thoughts from my mind. “I can admit that.”
“Wrong about what?” I asked, stubbornly lifting my chin from his fingers.
“I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women—”
“Not off to a promising start,” I said.
“See? You. It’s you. No woman has ever gotten my dick this hard by just looking at her.”
I angled my head, silently willing him to say more.
“It’s not just that. Your snarky responses to put me in my place should send me to the hills, yet I keep coming back for more.”
If I’d wanted a declaration of our relationship status, that wasn’t what I’d gotten. I didn’t want complicated, right? “What now?”
His answer came in the form of scooping me up, which wasn’t at all disappointing. When he put me down, it wasn’t on my feet. My butt rested in the leather straps I’d spotted when I first walked in. I opened my mouth, but he filled it with his tongue, stroking it over mine as if he wanted to take things slowly as he drew off my mask. I had no idea where it went. With him so close, slow was the last thing on my mind. I grabbed his cock, finding it hard and ready.
“Not yet,” he said, his lips hovering over mine.
I reciprocated by removing his mask and flinging it off to the side. He removed my hand from his pants and guided it up to a loop above my head attached to the straps, all while holding my bottom up. I let him slide my hand through the loop and I held on as he did the same with my other hand.
“Hold on,” he said, spreading my legs.
I watched as he got to his knees, leaving my core open and exposed to him at eye level.
“Try not to scream,” he said cockily before taking a long lick up my slit to circle my clit.
When I leaned back, I might have fallen out if not for the extra straps that cradled my back. What he was doing reminded me of the saying Eat your heart out, though I would substitute heart with a different part of the body.