“Rise,” Camilla said.
Lindsey stood up. The soft collar fit snugly around her neck, and the weight of the leather and gold was just hefty enough to remind her that it was there.
Camilla tipped Lindsey’s chin up to inspect the collar. “You look radiant.”
She hooked a finger into the ring at the front of the collar and pulled Lindsey toward her, kissing her feverishly. It took all Lindsey’s strength not to crumble to pieces.
Still holding the collar, Camilla tugged her toward the bed. “Stand in front of the cross.”
Lindsey did as she was told, anticipation welling inside her. Last time Camilla had tied her to the cross, the experience had been divine.
“Not that way,” Camilla said. “Face it.”
Lindsey turned around. Camilla fastened Lindsey to the cross by her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread-eagled, her back exposed. Lindsey’s heart raced.
Camilla brushed her fingers down the back of Lindsey’s upstretched arm. “I’m not going to blindfold you. This time, you’re going to keep your eyes closed. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Lindsey shut her eyes.
Camilla planted a kiss on Lindsey’s cheek. Her hands glided down Lindsey’s sides, caressing her helpless body. “Let’s get this dress out of the way.”
Camilla’s footsteps receded behind Lindsey. What was she doing? It was going to be impossible for Camilla to remove Lindsey’s dress with her limbs bound as they were.
Her Mistress returned to her side. Suddenly, there was a metallic swish behind Lindsey’s ear, then the bite of cold metal between her shoulder blades. Scissors? Lindsey’s eyes tried to fly open, but she resisted the impulse. Then, she heard a sharp snip as the blade slid down the bare skin of her back.
Camilla was cutting off Lindsey’s dress.
Heat suffused Lindsey’s body. If she wasn’t so turned on, she would have laughed at how outrageous it was. Her Mistress had gifted her this beautiful dress, just to ruin it a few hours later.
Camilla snipped all the way down to the hem at the bottom, cutting the dress in half completely, then snipped the straps at her shoulders. She yanked the dress out from between Lindsey’s body and the cross, then cut away her bra and panties, piece by piece. The back of the scissors scraped Lindsey’s skin, sending shivers down her neck.
Soon, Lindsey was left wearing nothing but the collar and cuffs.
“That’s much better,” Camilla said. “Now I can admire all of you.”
Camilla turned Lindsey’s head to one side and brought her lips to Lindsey’s. Camilla’s deep, yearning kiss flooded Lindsey with lust. And the way Camilla’s body pressed against her back made Lindsey realize that Camilla was no longer wearing anything.
Suddenly, keeping her eyes closed was a much more difficult prospect.
“You’re turned on already, aren’t you?” Camilla said. “If I stuck my hand between your thighs, would I find you soaking wet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lindsey replied.
“But I’m not going to do that yet. Not when I have you stretched out on display for me like this.” Camilla spanked Lindsey across the ass cheek. “I’m going to have some fun with you instead.”
Lindsey let out a shallow breath. She had a few guesses as to what Camilla had in mind. Lindsey was immobilized and naked, her bare ass right in the center of the X. It was the perfect target.
Lindsey felt something long and hard sweep along the back of her thigh. She stiffened.
“Remember this?” Camilla asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” How could Lindsey forget the cane that Camilla had used on her that first night?
Camilla traced the cane up Lindsey’s ass cheek. “This time, you’re going to thank me for every strike. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Camilla stepped back. There were a few loud whooshes as Camilla swung the cane through the air. Lindsey waited for the impact, but none came. She wriggled impatiently.