Page 58 of Relentless Pursuit

“Can you kiss me again? It helps to relax me.”

He tilted her chin, dipped his head, and slowly kissed her. She sighed into his mouth as her body molded against his. The more he kissed her, the calmer she became.

“Well?” He stepped back to look into her eyes, gauging if she was up for his new challenge. “Are we staying here or would you like to see the room at the end of the hall?”

“It’s not a room of torture, is it?”

“No.” He laughed. “It’s more of a place for pleasure. Both mine and yours. It just might take a little while for you to warm up to some of the equipment.”

“Equipment?” Her eyes widened. “Umm...”

“Do you need me to kiss you again?”

She nodded.

“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed his little con-artist. He knew what she was doing, but he allowed her to do it anyway. “It’s me who is supposed to manipulate you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm...” He gently kissed her as he ran his fingers down her throat and to her breasts, circling his thumb around her nipple. “Come with me.” He led her out of his bedroom and down the hall, his cock growing harder with each step. How could he be expected to concentrate on what he had to do if he was this aroused before even entering the room?

As they approached the end of the hall, she tightened her grip on his hand.

“For the most part...” He turned the handle on the door. “I use this room as my home gym. I had the builder add someenhancementsso it could grow with my tastes.”

“What kind of enhancements?”

“See for yourself.” He opened the door and guided her into the darkened room. He turned the softer, overhead lights on, setting them at a low dim.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings. What was she thinking? Did the introduction of this room change things?

“Is this a playroom?”

“Not a full-blown one.” He pointed to the treadmill, weight bench, and gym bag hanging from the ceiling. “This is where I work out when I can’t make it to the gym.” He motioned toward the heavy-duty wood above their heads. “The beams were the enhancements I was talking about. They’re perfect for hanging exercise equipment, among other things.” He led her deeper into the room, sliding back the partition that divided the large room. “The builder thought I was making an architectural choice.”

“What is that?” She let go of his hand and moved forward, looking up at the cables that hung from the beams. “What do you do with that?”

“Many things.” He rubbed her back, trying to keep her warm. He kept the room cool because it tended to heat up fast in there. “I’d like to show you tonight.”

“You want to... Hang me from that?” She didn’t take her gaze away from the chains that he’d attached the shackles to earlier in the afternoon. “Why?”

“I want to because bondage can be highly erotic.” He pulled her back against his chest, keeping her facing the cables. “There are many aspects of suspension. I’m not interested in most of them. I’m not trained in many of them, and I would never put you in any danger. I mainly use it for restraining while I do things to you.”

“What kind of things?”

“Tonight I’d like to introduce you to my riding crop.”

“You want to hit me?”

“Not hard.” He swept her hair to one side, lowering his lips to her neck. “I want to use it for stimulation purposes.”

“You have no trouble stimulating me all on your own.”

“Will you try some sensation play with me tonight? I’ll keep it light, and you can safeword at any point during our time in here.”

“I want to try.”

“Perfect.” He stepped in front of her. “We’re going to be in here for a while.” Tracing his fingertips down her arms, he licked his lips, focusing on her mouth. “I need you to do something for me.”

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