Page 56 of Going Deep
She drew in a breath. “All right, Sir, I will wear your collar while we’re in the club.”
Choosing to acknowledge the emotion rushing through him as satisfaction rather than relief, he nodded. “Then kneel, please.”
She sank to her knees gracefully, keeping her eyes up and on his. He bent, placed the narrow band of brown leather around her neck, and buckled it into place.
He ran a finger around the leather, hooking a finger in the D ring and giving it a light tug. He smiled into her eyes. “It looks good on you.”
Her lips twitched. “Yeah?”
“Very good. And I like this.” He tugged harder, smiling into her eyes as he used the D-ring to bring her to her feet.
“That’s because you’re a pervert, Sir,” she said, and he laughed.
“Guilty. One more thing,” he said and wrapped her wrists in the wide cuffs that matched the collar.
“And what are these for?” she said curiously.
“For fun,” he told her with a wink, and hooked the cuffs together in front of her. “Let’s go have some.”
The soft leather on her neck was almost like a hug. Just snug enough to feel every time she swallowed or moved her neck. Combined with the restraints around her wrist, it felt like it had being in bondage that first night. Oddly calming, strangely centering. And hot. Very hot. She was so wet under her tiny skirt she worried she was squishing as she followed behind him, but thankfully the music was too loud for anyone to hear.
He kept his hand on the links holding her cuffs together, using them to pull her through the club. He stopped briefly at the bar, gathered his bag, then headed right for the stairs to the second floor.
The play area was crowded, with plenty of people milling about, observing the various scenes in progress. A loud crack from one corner made her swivel around, her eyes widening when she saw a tall Dom wielding a short whip.
Michael noticed her wide-eyed fascination and leaned down to speak softly in her ear. “See how the area around him is roped off?”
She nodded faintly, noting the large space marked off by velvet ropes. The crowd gathered was staying respectfully on the other side, though they were three deep behind the ropes.
“That’s so he doesn’t accidentally catch someone on a backswing,” he explained, and as they watched, the Dom sent the whip flying toward the naked woman chained to the wall with another loud crack. She flinched, expecting to see blood fly from split skin, but only a tiny red mark appeared.
“Edward is very good with a whip,” he said. “The crack is just for show.”
“Wow,” she murmured as the whip flew again, and another small red mark appeared on the submissive’s ass.
He laughed, low and deep. “Is this a new area of interest?”
She swallowed convulsively.
“Hmmm.” A speculative look came into his eye as he watched her face, and she took a hasty step back.
He laughed and tugged her back. “I’ve got other plans for you tonight. Come.”
He strode over to the far corner of the room to a small area by the stairs, and set his bag down next to a waist-high padded bench. Using his grip on her cuffs, he pulled her around so she faced the bench, her back to the room.
With a flick of his wrist, he unclipped her cuffs. “Strip down, darling, and hop up on the bench.”
She glanced around, trying to see if anyone was watching, and his hard fingers on her chin turned her back to face him.
“Look at me,” he told her, eyes glittering with intent. “I’m all you have to worry about right now.”
She gave him a short nod, and he released her chin and stepped back. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
She drew a deep breath and reached for the hem of her shirt. Arms crossed, she started to yank it over her head, but his harsh “Stop” stilled her hands.
At her questioning glance, he smiled. “Slower. Less race, more striptease.”
Strip tease? Oh, sweet mother of God. She shot him an are you fucking kidding me glare, and he chuckled.
