Laken followed him closely. Duncan moved slowly, stopping by each scene, sometimes sitting on one of the couches provided, always placing a cushion on the plush carpet floor for her to kneel beside him.
The longer they walked around and just watched, the more her nervousness eased and her anticipation grew. She watched the sub tied to the St Andrews Cross, longing to be in her place.
“Like that one, do you?” Duncan whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
“Duncan, glad you could make it,” a deep voice greeted them and Laken glanced up into Saxon’s gorgeous dark-green eyes.
Duncan had stiffened a little beside her and she knew he was still feeling a little jealousy. There was a part that secretly thrilled at that. She liked his possessiveness.
“Saxon,” he said formally, shaking the other man’s hand. Saxon turned to Laken with a quick wink.
“Will you be playing tonight, Duncan?” Saxon asked. “I’m sure a number of people would love to watch. After all, you’ve never actually performed a scene here, just helped, is that not right?”
Laken glanced up at Duncan quickly, surprised by Saxon’s revelation. She knew he hadn’t taken on a sub in the last three years, but she thought he might have played.
“I find helping other Doms with their scenes very fulfilling. But I think tonight we’ll be making use of your St. Andrew’s cross.”
Laken glanced over at the cross, which was now free.
Licking her lips anxiously, she glanced up as Duncan squeezed her hand. He winked at her and she relaxed a bit. She could do this.
“Have fun,” Saxon said. He nodded at them both before strolling off. Duncan led her over to the St. Andrews Cross.
“Let’s strip you off, sugar. Very slowly.”
Moving behind her, he began to loosen her corset. He kissed her shoulder and she shivered, her nipples tightening.
Oh God.
“Arms up, sugar,” he ordered and then tugged the corset up over, her head. She was facing out toward everyone as he held her tight against him, his hand dark against the paleness of her stomach.
With his other hand he reached around and tweaked first one nipple then the other, moving back and forth between them both until her fear and nerves faded, her mind completely swamped with arousal.
Letting go of her, he curled his hand in her ear and tugged. She took in a sharp breath, the little bite of pain turning quickly to pleasure, especially as he kissed down her neck.
Then he stepped back suddenly.
“Off with the rest.”
She slipped off her damp G-string, putting it on top of the corset he’d set on the ground. Duncan walked around her.
“Beautiful,” he told her, running his hand over her bottom then squeezing. “Step up to the cross, sugar.”
Taking a deep breath, she moved to the cross, then held up her arms to let him attach the soft cuffs. He checked how tight they were, adjusting one so it was a bit looser then he did the same with her ankles.
Laken shut her eyes. Maybe then she could forget all the people g
athering around them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t block out the murmurs.
“Easy, sugar.” Duncan ran his hand up and down her back. “If this is too much all you have to do is say your safe word.”
“I don’t want to let you down,” she whispered. The knot in her stomach tightened once more. What if she freaked out?
His hand stilled then resumed its massage. Leaning in, he pulled her hair away from her face, kissing her cheek before speaking quietly. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’ve already pleased me by getting this far. If this is as far as you can go tonight then so be it.”
She opened her eyes, looking at him. “But what about your brothers?”
“Listen to me, Laken. You are the most important person in my world. What I care about is making sure you are safe and happy. Remember, sugar, you are giving me control, I’m not taking it. If you need things to slow down then you call out yellow. If you need me to stop then you say your safe word.”