Page 94 of Faking It

The sparkle returns, and a chuckle follows. “We’ll see how soon before you change your mind.” He points to the stairs. “Go.”

I glance down at my feet, and Gideon tsks. “Keep them on. Now, go.”

Anticipation challenges my breathing as I climb the stairs, his soft footsteps letting me know he’s following right behind. Knowing he’s checking me out gives me such a thrill.

He passes me on the stairs, leading the way down the hall, soon stopping in front of the door with a keypad. The fascinating door, as I’d like to call it. I knew there must be something precious behind there.

When he opens it and flicks the light switch, I gasp. Not from the fact that the lights do nothing to brighten the room, it just gives the space an intimate glow. It’s like walking into a sex dungeon. Only this room looks more…contemporary, I guess. I’m not sure. I’ve never actually been inside one.

But I do know bondage furniture when I see them.

It’s not hard to identify. There are at least eight pieces of them in the room. There’s something that looks like a massage bed, but I’m sure it’s not one. It’s too small, and there are straps wrapped around it.

“That’s a bondage table,” Gideon informs, watching my perusal.

He points at something that reminds me of an ottoman, except there’s a hole in the middle and straps on the sides. “A Queening Chair.”

“A what?”

“It’s used for oral sex,” he says simply. “You’ll find out the details soon enough.”

Excitement ripples through me at his words. Goosebumps cover my skin. Not from the AC, but the anticipation for what’s coming. With my arms wrapped around me, I follow Gideon around the room as he gives me a brief tutorial. His eyes keep flicking to me as he speaks, and there’s a hint of impatience there that lets me know he wants to start the show.

Well, his eyes and that rigid erection in his pants.

Gideon walks past a wooden contraption that looks like a cross but has another piece of wood protruding from the base. It looks sturdy enough to sit on. He goes on to explain how to use the sex swing that’s hanging right beside it. My eyes go back to the wooden equipment, mildly curious.

Lies.

I’mverycurious.

“Ana. Look at me.”

My attention returns to him as his fingers stroke the leather harness strap, impatient eyes regarding me. “Before we begin, there’s something I must tell you.”

I nod, swallowing, the nervous flutters acting up.

“You’re my first.”

“Sorry?”

Gideon sweeps his arms around the space. “I’ve never brought a woman into this room before.”

Lightness fills my stomach, and I give in to the urge to smile. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He closes the space between us in a swift movement that pauses my breath. I let it out in a huge rush when he clasps my cheeks, then it pauses again when he kisses me hard and long. “Forgive me in advance if I get overzealous tonight.”

My chest bounces with anticipated breaths as he walks over to the cabinet. Opening a drawer, he pulls out a long piece of rope. As he turns back to me, he wraps the ends around both hands, his intense eyes fixed on me. I gasp as the rope snaps. He then loosens it from his grip, resting it down on the spanking bench. Slow, purposeful steps bring him back to me.

“Please remember the safe word,” he cautions.

“Mocktails,” I whisper.

He nods once, then jerks his head toward the bondage table. “Get over there.”

I rush forward, my heart racing in my chest.

“Slowly.”

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