The Seller

"Anything else?" the silversmith asked.

Naomi took a quick glance in his direction. She caught sight of the collar in his hand, the metal nipple clamps, and her sex contracted with arousal. Her fingers tightened on Lucas's, anticipation winding her tighter with each passing moment.

Lucas nodded. "A spreader bar and a steel dildo."

Images flashed in her mind. She felt as if her knees were about to give way.

In the background she heard the rattle of keys in locks and the clinking of metal items being shifted.

Lucas unlatched the cuffs, removing them.

"Would you like me to package the items up and send them on?" the silversmith asked as he returned.

Lucas passed the cuffs to him and then looked at her with an assessing glance, his mouth lifted at one corner.

She lifted her chin, trying not to look too desperate.

He reached into his inside pocket for his wallet. "No, we'll take them now."

He handed over his credit card.

They watched while the silversmith wrapped up the numerous items in tissue. He moved quickly and deftly, depositing each carefully wrapped item in a pewter colored shopping bag and standing them in a row.

"Still hungry?" Lucas asked.

She laughed softly. "Not so much."

"Maybe we should have something delivered to my suite. Later."

"You think of everything."

They were about to leave when she realized where she'd seen the silversmith before. It was at a small business enterprise meeting held by the city council, about eight months before. What if she saw him again? Would she be embarrassed about the bondage connection? No, she decided.

In fact she felt no shame about her current sexual exploits.

Discovering deep intimacy with Lucas as her master made it so.

Chapter Six

Lucas put the bags down on the floor and tossed the card key on a nearby table. Naomi followed him into his suite, her head light and heartbeat swift.

Desire was palpable in the air around them.

He watched her every move, like a bird of prey waiting to pounce. It made her wonder if he'd been holding something back until this moment – until she'd agreed to full bondage. Her legs went weak under her as she considered what it meant. She paused inside the doorway. "Lucas, I'm nervous."

"Don't be." He looked at her appreciatively, eyes shining.

It made her core tighten with anticipation.

"You're safe with me. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Naomi swallowed then nodded.

He cupped her breasts through her clothing. Even through the delicate fabric of her top, his touch was electrifying. Naomi's legs trembled, her body hot with anticipation while he toyed with her. He squeezed her breasts, looking deep into her eyes while he did so. Naomi leaned toward him, her lips parting with the need to have his mouth covering hers while he touched her.

He put one finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes. In that one touch, he conveyed his authority.

It made her wet.