Her Surrender (Irresistibly Bound 2)

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“They were handcuffs. Someone handcuffed me to the bed.” It was an old girlfriend of hers, one of her many relationships that didn’t last. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing that you could show me would shock me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Vicki said.

April folded her arms across her chest. “Try me.”

For a split second, Vicki’s eyes flicked over to the closet built into the wall.

That was the only hint April needed. She leaped off the bed and made a beeline for the closet. Vicki made a half-hearted attempt to stop her, but not before April reached the closet and flung the doors open.

Her jaw dropped. “What the hell?”

“Do you still think nothing could shock you?” Vicki asked.

April scanned the contents of the enormous closet. It didn’t contain clothing. Instead, illuminated by bright lights, were racks and shelves full of every kind of kinky toy imaginable.

Her eyes fell on a series of silver chains, all with different types of clips at the ends. “Are those…”

“Nipple clamps?” Vicki said. “Yes.”

April pulled her hand away. Moving on, she ran her hands along a rack of various leather implements. She picked one up, a short black whip with dozens of tails, and held it before her. “Why do you have all this?”

“Because I’m a Domme.” Vicki held out her hand and stared at April until she placed the whip in it. She slipped it back into its place on the rack. “I can tell by the look in your eyes that I don’t have to explain to you what that means.”

April knew what it meant, in a general sense at least. “Do you do this for a living?”

“It’s more of a hobby,” Vicki replied. “Something I enjoy.”

“You get turned on by this?”

“Do you?”

April hesitated. She had never been interested in anything like this. At least, not anything this extreme. But for the past few minutes, the heat between her thighs had been steadily increasing.

“Of course, I enjoy all things vanilla too,” Vicki said. “I wouldn’t have invited you over if I didn’t.” She shut the closet doors, hiding everything from view. “Why don’t we-”

“Show me.” The words flew out of April’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.

“Show you what?”

“Show me what you do as a Domme. Show me how you use all of this.” April gestured toward the closet.

“Those are just tools. And they’re not for beginners.” Vicki led her back to the bed and sat down next to her. “Besides, that’s not how it works. An interaction between a Domme and her submissive isn’t about whips and chains. It goes far deeper than that.”

“Then show me what it’s really about.” April rearranged herself so that she was kneeling on the bed with her legs tucked underneath her. “Please?”

Vicki studied April silently for a moment. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?” April asked.

“Being handcuffed to the bed.”

“Yes,” April said. The memory of that night had stayed seared in her mind. “I liked it.”

“Why?” Vicki asked. “What did you like about it?”

“I’ll tell you if you agree to show me what you do.”