Page 141 of Filthy Rich Santas

With Tristan, Ryder, and Beckett like a moving fortress around me, the hint of shyness I feel can’t stop me from looking around with hungry eyes. I don’t know where I’d start if I were here on my own. It’s everything I’ve been fascinated by, fantasies I haven’t even fully acknowledged yet, laid out in front of me.

It’s intoxicating.

“This way,” Ryder murmurs, his hand brushing my lower back as they guide me along a dimly lit corridor.

The walls are a montage of dark, shadowy figures, the black steel railing cool under my palm as we descend a short flight of stairs. My heart pounds in my chest, a thrilling rush as we delve farther into the underground playground.

The men point out the various stations to me—the spanking bench, cages, and St. Andrew’s cross—and my cheeks flame at the sheer audacity of it all. I don’t think I’m ready for any of that, but being immersed in it, especially after the full day of edging, is spiking my arousal to the point that I’m almost panting.

And all three of them clearly know it.

My eyes widen as we pass an open room where a woman is pinned to the wall by a man, his hand tightening around her throat as she writhes. My breath catches at the raw, primal energy between them, and a heady rush coils low in my belly as my steps slow.

“We’re going to play in private,” Beckett whispers, leaning down as he threads his fingers through mine. “But if you see anything you want to stop and enjoy along the way, just say so.”

I nod, then shake my head, looking up at him in a silent plea that he seems to intuitively understand. I’m curious about all of it, and I love that they seem to have truly taken my interest in learning about kink to heart. That they’re willing to help me not just explore, but explain and enjoy all the sensuality a place like this has to offer.

But right now, I needthem.

Beckett smiles, then nudges me forward. A little farther along the hallway, they usher me into a private room, and my eyes widen at the sight that greets me.

The space is outfitted with things I’ve only read about, some of which intrigue me and some that I’m not sure I’ll ever want to explore. There are clean, leather-covered surfaces at different heights—I’m not sure whether to call them beds, benches, or something else, but they’re clearly there to accommodate all sorts of different positions —and around the edges of the room are a variety of toys and implements displayed almost reverently. Whips, chains, cuffs, and other things I don’t know the names of hang from wall hooks, and sleek, polished wood drawers line the walls, no doubt filled with other equipment.

“This place is incredible.” My breath catches as I take it all in, my body tingling with anticipation.

Beckett squeezes my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he guides me farther in. “We wanted to give you a taste of everything. See what piques your interest.”

My gaze falls on a collection of nipple clamps, and my clit throbs. Blindfolds hang next to them, and I imagine the sense of surrender that would come with not being able to see or anticipate what the men might do to me.

“And these…” Beckett’s voice drops to a husky murmur as he opens a drawer to reveal an array of floggers. “Are for sensation play. Feeling brave, little menace?”

“Maybe.” I bite my lip, my heart hammering. “I think so.”

Beckett steps toward the nearest wall, trailing his fingers along the display of toys. “Some people are into pain. We can explore that, if you’re interested. But for now, I want to show you things that will give you pleasure.”

I swallow, my eyes tracing the outline of a sleek, black paddle. “That… I mean, I’m interested in learning. All of it.”

His smile is slow and sexy as he turns to face me. “Good.”

Ryder takes my other hand, and with Beckett leading the way, the three of them guide me through the room.

“Anything you see here can be used on any part of the body,” Beckett continues. “It’s all about sensation.”

My gaze falls on a collection of delicate crops, the tails made of thin strips of leather. I imagine the sting they’d deliver, a sharp bite that would light up my senses. Nearby hangs a length of chain, the metal glinting in the soft lighting.

“And over here…” Beckett leads me to another display. “We have the ropes. There are different types, each with its own unique feel. Tristan’s the one to tell you about these, though.”

“And the one to use them,” Ryder adds with a sexy smirk as I take in the array of ropes, all neatly coiled and waiting.

Tristan picks up a length of soft rope, running it through his fingers. “This is jute. It’s soft and flexible, perfect for shibari.” He smirks at me, his eyes burning. “One of my favorite ways to play.”

My heart pounds as I imagine him binding me with those ropes, my body on display for their pleasure. Being tied up, unable to move, is something I’ve fantasized about but never admitted aloud.

It’s too much. My mind is racing in overdrive, and I can’t decide where to start.

“You choose,” I whisper to all of them as my pussy throbs, my ass clenching around the plug. “I’ll… I’ll safe word if anything is too much, but please. I just want tofeel.”

“We can do that, love,” Ryder murmurs, his fingers trailing over my lower back.

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