She stood in front of it now, dithering.
Oh, she knew what was in there. What else would a man keep in a large trunk at the foot of his bed besides kinky implements? The only thing keeping her from popping that lid open was the fact they were meant for her.
Yesterday would’ve been a great time to unleash some whips and chains on her. Maybe nothing crazy, since they had barely known each other, but Ken was someone Lana could see herself enjoying the finer pleasures of BDSM with. Finding out that he had a taste for it once in a while did not surprise her, nor did it dissuade her from wanting to explore that side of herself with him. Would rather tie him up right now. Beggars wouldn’t be choosers.
“All right.” Lana knelt before the trunk and located the two main latches. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Andrews.”
She expected every last thing she uncovered, yet she was still in awe over how meticulously arranged everything was. The top removable rack boasted different types of restraints, from handcuffs to malleable leather straps, each one carefully wrapped unto itself and then arranged in a tight, circular pattern. Beneath the rack were the spanking instruments arranged by Ken’s personal pain scale: elegant feather dusters on the left, pockmarked paddles on the right.
It got more interesting from there. Ball gags. Leather and metal bondage gear. Glass and metal nipple clamps. Anal beads still in factory sealed packaging. Plugs that were plain and plugs that were clearly meant for prostate stimulation. G-spot stroking dildos and vibrators that packed a battery-operated punch. A small, detachable section of the lid revealed various kinds of lube and temperature controlled condoms. Most of them were the same size even if they were made of different materials… but there were a few smaller and a few bigger.
What kind of parties does this guy have? Lana wanted to attend one. Or all of them.
Then again, the perfect condition of everything – not to mention how neatly it was arranged – suggested that they were almost never used. Either that or Ken was so keen on letting his partners have new, hygienic materials to play with that he was constantly replacing his items.
“Anything speak to you in there?”
She heard him, but she did not turn to him. “Many old friends and new.” She put everything back where she found it. Before she closed the lid, however, she withdrew a pair of black silk ropes and laid them neatly on top of the trunk. “You have quite collection.”
“I always try to be prepared. Never know what someone may beg for in the middle of sex.” His tone implied that such a someone was Lana. Well, I did demand that he spank me last night. A lot. She was so red at one point that she could barely roll on her ass while getting from one end of the bed to the other. “Does any of it bother you?”
That wasn’t insecurity speaking on his behalf. It was 100% polite curiosity. “Everything speaks to me to some extent.” She stood. “Mostly good things.”
“I spent that whole ten minutes in my office agonizing that I had gone too far.”
Lana scoffed. “You’ll have to try a lot harder to scare me off. I once dabbled as a professional dominatrix when I was a senior in undergrad.” She had made good money during that short stint, too. Lana was told she was a natural. She could’ve made a solid career out of it. Unfortunately, the real estate world called to me. Too bad. All those men who missed out on Mistress Lana. She probably could have changed their lives.
“I missed it?”
“Yes.” Lana picked up one of the ropes and looped it loosely around Ken’s neck. It draped down his shoulder like the front of a cape. “And I don’t know what you would have been agonizing about. I was about to strip and wait for you on your bed. Naked.” She wondered what his bed smelled like. Ken times infinity? Or was he the type to have his sheets washed every day so they always smelled like fresh linens? Guess I’ll find out pretty soon.
“No, no…” Ken ignored the rope hanging on him as he guided Lana toward the bed. “I would’ve been disappointed.” He hugged her close from behind. An erection as hard as the purr in his throat rubbed against her ass. “I want to take off your clothes myself.”