Page 45 of The Secrets We Share

“Not tonight. Drink up, then we’ll head upstairs.”

The club soda with lime bubbles up my nose as I drown my disappointment in not taking Stacey up on her earlier offer. He’s right, though. It's better to have a clear head for what tonight will bring.

James leads Stacey away to the left at the top of the stairs. Don’t get me wrong, I love my best friend, but there are some limits even I have. Like watching her get railed by Harkin’s best friend and my ex-bodyguard. There’s no judgment here. I can appreciate what he brings to her table, but it doesn’t mean I want to watch it happen.

Harkin’s fingers tighten against my waist, drawing me out of my head. He’s stopped in front of a couple amid a Shibari demonstration. A small crowd circles them, watching the way they work together. It’s beautiful. There’s a calmness in the air around them, even though the music's bass is still loud enough to make it feel like we're in the middle of any dance club. He hasthe ropes wrapped around both her arms and legs, the knots in each adding to the complexity of the image.

“What do you think?” Harkin whispers in my ear.

I lean in closer to whisper even softer, not wanting to interrupt. “It looks like a lot of training and skill.”

“They’re one of the club’s instructing couples. I know they offer private lessons if you’re ever interested.”

I watch a little longer, mesmerized, as he finishes the last pass of the rope through a small loop. I envision myself in her position. What it would feel like to be that restrained. The concept is nothing new to us, but getting out of something like that takes a lot more time and effort than releasing a few cuffs unless you’re using safety scissors. I like to think I could handle it, but I worry something might spark inside and trigger a panic attack. I guess we won’t know unless we try.

“Yeah, maybe,” I answer sheepishly, knowing Harkin’s picked up on it when he leads me further down the walkway.

“I had something else in mind for us tonight anyways,” he says, pulling back the curtain to reveal the small space.

It’s not like the last time we were here. There isn’t a booth or the throne-like chair Harkin had me bent over, taking his punishment in front of a captive audience. My pussy throbs at the memory, and I shift my thighs back and forth, trying to relieve a bit of the building tension.

This small room can’t be bigger than ten by ten, though it looks like it goes on forever with its floor-to-ceiling mirrors bouncing reflections off each other. It has a similar effect to being in a house of mirrors without the horror and dread. Instead, excited nerves simmer low in my belly at the sight of the leather swing dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the space.

“Open or closed?” Harkin asks, hand wrapped around the black curtain separating us from the rest of the club.

I don’t have to think about it; the words slip from my lips naturally, as if they’re for a well-rehearsed play. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

He waits a beat, looking me over with an intent gaze. He seems to be waiting for me to change my mind, but the truth is, I don’t have a problem with people watching me. We both know that’s his issue. I’m surprised when he steps away, leaving the curtain peeled back, exposing the small catwalk and the rest of the club below.

“Skirt off, little one. Nice and slow,” he instructs, leaning against one of the mirrored walls.

If it’s a show he wants, it’s a show he’ll get. My fingers trace the smooth skin of my thighs before they find the edge of my skirt. I let the pressure pull up the material, exposing the thin coverage across my pussy. It’s black and sheer, a matching set with the shirt under my harness.

The skirt falls back into place, hiding everything again. A growl pulls my attention from my teasing, but I don’t look up to meet his eyes. My cheek tightens as the slight quirk of my lips pulls into a pleased grin. His building impatience only spurs me on to draw this out further.

Reaching around, the zipper at my back sputters, tooth by tooth, as my fingers glide it down. Now wide open, the skirt falls to my ankles, pooling around my thick boots. I should feel exposed, my tiny thong leaving nothing to the imagination, but there’s still no one else around but us, and I love it.

I wait for my next instruction, but his words don’t come. Instead, I hear his footfalls coming quickly, and then a firm grip is around my throat, his teeth bared.

“You dirty little tease,” he hisses. “I’m going to ruin your tight cunt. Have you dripping down my cock, until I’m soaked and slippery. Then, I can take your ass without any lube.”

I draw in a sharp breath. I’m down for ass play, but he’s always prepped me. I have no doubt I’ll be gushing for him by the time we're done, but the thought of no lube has me pausing.

“Yellow.”

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He smiles, dropping a kiss on my nose.

TWENTY-ONE

HARKIN

Show Me - Dean Raven

She’s finally learning to be truthful and not push herself beyond her limits just to please me. It’s beautiful to watch her find that confidence and openness. Her body trembles against my touch. My fingers flex against the warm leather enclosed around her alluring throat. Using my hold, I walk her back until the edge of the swing pushes against her bare ass.

“Drop your panties and hand them to me,” I say, releasing her so she can shimmy out of the strings.

The strappy piece of fabric dangles from her outstretched finger. Snatching it, I can’t stop the deep inhalation I take of the soaked material before shoving it into my back pocket.

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