Page 116 of Bound By Words

“Thank you all for coming tonight. I need to tuck my beautiful fiancée into bed, but everyone is welcome to stay. Enjoy the rest of the refreshments or explore downstairs,” Grayson announced from the foot of the staircase that led to the second floor, Marisa’s hand clasped tightly inside his.

“Want to go explore?” I asked, pulling Kelly away from the small group of people who’d kept talking despite the interruption. Talia gave me a loaded look, ensuring I was alright, but I shook my head. I wasn’t dwelling on meddling exes or things from the past. I was ready to move forward.

NATHAN

Boston

“Let’s go.” Kelly nodded, tugging me toward the staircase to the basement. There were plenty of places to steal some quiet time while most guests continued drinking and talking on the main floor.

Knowing Marisa wasn’t staying for the rest of the party made it easier for me to encourage Kelly to explore.

Watching her reactions, I could tell she was intrigued. On the outside, it looked like any other basement in a high-end mansion; expensive paintings hung on the walls, elaborate crown moldings, and hand-carved, beautifully stained doors. The creative spirit in me could appreciate the craftsmanship of this beautiful house, but it paled in comparison to the beauty I was standing beside.

There was a huge open seating area with a wet bar tucked to the side where a few couples were lounging, oblivious to everyone else. The soft sound of masculine moaning carried through an open door, and Kelly paused, looking back at me.

“The door is open. Go look if you want,” I whispered as I squeezed her hand. I could tell she was curious, but I was letting her lead. She knew what she could handle, and I was just here for support.

As we approached the open doorway, the distinct sound of leather meeting bare flesh echoed into the hallway, and I watched as Kelly’s steps faltered, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide as she looked toward me again.

“Go ahead.” I nodded, letting go of her hand and following close behind her.

One of the couples in the seating area had started kissing. The man was now shirtless, lounging with one of his arms stretched across the back of the couch while his submissive unzipped his pants. His finger was hooked in the D-ring at the front of her collar, holding her face to his while he kissed her with force.

My possessive streak roared through me as I stepped in closely behind Kelly, gripping her hips tightly as I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Looks like you have your pick of shows to enjoy tonight. Which one will it be? A little bondage and impact play or public fornication?”

Her eyes widened as she looked back toward me, her chest heaving a bit. A little nervous tremor ran through her, but I could see the apprehension mixed with excitement in her eyes. Now was her chance to explore that potential voyeurism kink, and I would enjoy watching her while she did.

She stopped at the threshold, peering through the gap with wide eyes and stepping toward the partially open door. Such a curious little thing, but I was proud of her for sharing this with me. Watching someone discover their deepest desires was somewhat of a turn-on, and judging from how her nipples were outlined through her dress, she was feeling a similar excitement.

Flattening myself against her back, I placed one hand on her stomach, firmly pulling her back into me. She squirmed, a little gasp passing her red-painted lips as she felt how the anticipation had affected me.

“Go ahead. The door is open. They want you to watch.”

Her hand reached up to grasp the back of mine as she took another step forward, but I was right there behind her. I would be that for her if she needed a solid anchor to feel safe.

“Watch, Kelly. Don’t close your eyes,” I murmured in her ear when I noticed they had drifted shut.

She let out a shaky breath, stepping forward and opening them.

The inside of the room was entirely paneled in rough-hewn wood planks with a large, black X-shaped frame bolted to the wall opposite the door. A man was strapped to it, his white shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, dress pants pulled down to his lower thighs—tautly stretched across his spread legs. His wrists and ankles were secured to the cross with buckled leather cuffs.

A platinum blonde woman in a short, black, satin dress paced before him, a riding crop in her hand. I recognized her as a Domme who occasionally donated her services to the kink education circuit. She was another kinkster who believed in giving back educational content without expectations. While she could be ruthless and got off on her fair share of consensual humiliation, she somehow made it look effortless and sexy.

“Watch how she commands that room,” I murmured, enjoying how Kelly practically vibrated with pent-up energy. This was new and scary for her, but judging by how her pulse quickened and the flush building along the skin below her collarbone, she was enjoying it. “He’s completely at her disposal, and look how hard he is. He loves how she makes him feel. Would having me submit like that to you turn you on?”

“Yes.”

Kelly’s quiet admission had me pulling her closer, my hand slowly sliding up the material of her dress until it closed over the fingers of the hand toying with her sun pendant.

“While she works him over, pretend it’s me. And that you’re commanding my body like that. Can you feel how hard you have me already?”

Grinding into her back slowly, she squirmed as I pressed her hand into her throat, making her gasp.

The Domme turned toward the door, a slow smile spreading over her lips as she looked back at where we watched her. “Oh, look,” she chuckled, turning back toward her submissive partner, running the tail of the crop slowly down his exposed chest. “We’ve got an audience. Do you want them to watch me tease you, pet?”

The man’s eyes slowly rose from the floor, widening as he took in Kelly’s flushed face and my possessive hold on her body.

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