On stage were a pair of women. One was blindfolded and bound, her ankles tied together, her arms stretched up above her and tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. She was on her tiptoes, dressed only in a bra and panties.
The other woman stood behind her, wearing leather from head to toe, a short whip with dozens of tails in her hand. Faith had seen one just like it in that drawer under Eve’s bed. Beside her was a table with several items on it. A feather. A lit candle. More whips.
From behind her, Eve wrapped her arms around Faith’s body, pulling her in close. “Watch her,” Eve said. “See the way her Domme mixes all the different sensations, pain and pleasure.”
On stage, the woman kissed her submissive’s neck tenderly while trailing the tails of the whip up the other woman’s bare back. She whispered something into her submissive’s ear, then drew back and struck the other woman’s thighs with the whip, over and over.
The bound woman twitched and quaked, her muscles tense. But slowly her body slackened in its bonds, and her face took on a euphoric expression. It was like she was under the influence of some incredible drug. And each time the other woman struck her, she let out a pleasured cry that could be heard even over the club’s music. Faith felt heat growing deep within her.
“Tell me.” Eve’s breath caressed Faith’s ear. “What’s going through your mind when you look at her? The submissive.”
“How amazing that must feel,” Faith said. “How much I want to feel what she feels.”
On stage, the woman put down the whip and kissed her bound submissive with unexpected tenderness. Her submissive trembled at her touch. Was this that sweet surrender Faith had heard so much about? Was this what she craved?
“Eve?” Faith’s voice shook. “Can you show me? Show me what that’s like?”
“I can,” Eve said softly. “I can show you here and now if you want.”
Here and now? Faith looked around. The club was set up with all kinds of equipment and restraints. No one was shy about using it all, but it hadn’t occurred to Faith to try any of it out.
“Yes,” she said. “I want that,”
“Even with everyone watching?”
Faith bit her lip in thought. There was something exhilarating about the idea, of having Eve toy with her while others looked on. Faith had never done anything like it before. But this was all new territory for her. And she wanted to explore it all.
She turned to face Eve. “Yes. Even with everyone watching.”
Eve’s lips twisted into a smile. “I knew from the day we met that you were the wild type. I underestimated just how wild you were.” She wrapped the leash around her hand and gave it a tug, pulling Faith toward her. “Come with me.”
Chapter Sixteen
F aith followed Eve away from the stage, the crowd thinning around them. They reached the back of the room where all kinds of equipment was set up. A big wooden cross. Something that looked like medieval stocks. A strange metal contraption that Faith couldn’t even figure out how to use.
Eve wandered past it all, pulling Faith along behind her as she surveyed each piece of equipment. Faith’s pulse thrummed in her ears. Had she really agreed to do this?
Eve waved her hand toward the cross. “All this is too showy.” She stopped, her eyes fixing on the wall before her. “I prefer something simpler.”
Faith followed the path of Eve’s gaze. Bolted to the wall were four metal rings which formed the corners of a square. Two were near the ground and two were above head height. Attached to each ring was a short chain connected to a heavy metal cuff.
Something stirred deep in Faith’s stomach. Cuffed spread-eagled to the wall, Faith would be even more helpless than the woman on the stage. Eve would be free to do whatever she wanted with her.
“We’re going to do something a little different,” Eve said. “Red is still your safeword. But if you want me to slow down, say yellow.”
Faith nodded, unable to break her eyes away from the wall.
Eve drew her in, letting her lips sweep against Faith’s cheek. “You’re safe in my hands, pet.”
Eve kissed her gently. At once, Faith’s nerves transformed into anxious excitement. Eve pulled her over to the wall and let go of the leash. One by one, she shackled Faith’s wrists to the wall, locking each cuff with a small metal pin.
“Feet apart.” Eve pressed her knee between Faith’s thighs, pushing them apart. She dropped to her knees and cuffed both Faith’s ankles.
Faith pulled at her restraints, testing them. The cuffs were lighter than they looked, but they were solid and strong. Faith’s heart hammered against her chest. She was unable to move. Unable to free herself. Unable to do anything but let Eve toy with her. And the Eve who stood before her was different from the woman who had tied Faith up in her office. This Eve was far more intense and far less playful.
Eve unclipped the leash from Faith’s collar and coiled it around her hand before placing it to the side. “I wasn’t planning to do this with you here tonight. But I like the idea of showing everyone how complete your submission to me is.”
Faith looked around. Though the club was full, almost everyone was watching the stage or busy with their own play. But there were a few casual eyes on her and Eve, watching with mild interest. This was an everyday occurrence here. But for Faith, this was a first. The first time she let Eve fully take control over her. The first time she’d let anyone watch. And those watching eyes set her skin alight.