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“You did very well,” he says, continuing to rub my arms.
“Thank you. Thank you for…well… everything.”
“I think I’m the one who should be saying that.”
I turn in his arms so I can see his face, shaking my head. “No, Nate. You’re…you’re showing me a whole new world. You’re changing everything for me.”
He holds my gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching, before his expression finally softens. “Come on,” he says, giving me a last squeeze. “There’s plenty more to see in this new world.”
HARPER
“How are you feeling?”
I look up at Nate over the rim of my drink, feeling strangely shy out in the normalcy of the lounge after what we just did. It probably doesn’t help that Nate made me leave my bra back in the small room, making my hard nipples very visible through the thin fabric of my dress. Or the fact that he’s carrying my sodden panties in the pocket of his slacks right now.
“Great,” I say, blushing at the thought of my panties.
“Good. You awake, alert?”
I feel a thrill as I look at him. There’s a note in his voice, barely concealed excitement, and I see it mirrored in his eyes. My senses immediately sharpen.
“I’m good,” I say, my voice stronger. “What did you have in mind?”
He stares at me, eyes dark. “I think it’s about time I show you my playroom.”
“Your playroom?” I squeak. He told me that he didn’t have one of those at his house.
He nods. “Here. I rent a room. I’m the only one who can use it.”
I wonder how expensive something like that must be at such a high end, exclusive club. Then I wonder how many women he’s had in there, and I swallow. Was the mysterious Renee one of them?
Nate must misread my expression as fear because he leans closer. “Only if you want to. If you’re not ready that’s fine.”
“No,” I rasp out, throat dry. “I want to see.”
He grins. “Excellent.”
I expect him to take me back to the steel door and am surprised when he leads me behind the bar, instead. He pulls a key from his pocket and opens a nondescript wooden door, leading me through to a flight of stairs. “How long have you had a room?” I ask, whispering for some reason.
“About five years. Since I started coming to this club.”
I swallow. Five years. Probably a lot of women, then.
He stops at a room just at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with a searching expression. “Still sure?”
I nod even though I feel sick with nerves.I trust him,I remind myself. I just let him fuck me senseless, for God’s sake. “Still sure.”
“Well then,” he says, swinging the door open. “Welcome to my play room.”
I take a tentative step into the room, my heart absolutely pounding now. The space is sparse, not much furniture except for a large four poster bed in the center. The walls are painted in a deep hunter green color that immediately soothes me. The carpet is plush and soft under my bare feet, the light dim. There are candles on every available surface—I can just imagine how beautiful it must be when they’re all lit.
Against the walls stand several heavy wood cabinets and I shiver, thinking of the different toys he might keep there.
But it’s not the cabinets or the carpet or the color of the room that really gets my heart pounding—it’s the equipment. Irecognize a St. Andrew’s Cross, just like the one we saw on the stage, as well as a bench similar to the one I saw the first night. Against one wall stands what appears to be a sawhorse, covered in black leather. There are chains hanging from the ceiling…is that a swing there in the corner?
My breath is coming in shallow bursts as my eyes travel quickly around the room. I researched some of this equipment for my thesis last year but I’ve never seen most of these things in real life. Even so, after the experiences of the last few weeks, most of them don’t shock me much. What I wasn’t expecting at all is a large metal cage, like an oversized birdcage, just big enough for a person…holy shit. He keeps submissives in that thing. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed.
“You doing okay?”
