Page 103 of What About Love

Everyone else must have agreed because everything else had ceased in the club. With all eyes fixated on the stunningly graceful woman suspended in the middle of the open space above the main playroom.

The only interruption was an occasional flash as the photographer, who was capturing it all, snapped pictures from different points in the room.

“When does their second book come out?”

“I think they’re just starting on this one, so it will be months, possibly next year, before it’s published. I heard the first was up for some kind of award for the photography.” Like Angie, T pitched his voice to a low whisper, unwilling to disturb the magic Jonas and Lexie had created. “Jonas told me he expects this one will take longer, having to up the ante with more intricate poses than the last. He’s doing a chapter with two slaves for this book and still looking for the second model.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered in awe. “She’s beautiful.”

“He was hoping you might be interested.”

Twisting in his arms, she blinked up at him in shock. “In modeling? Me?”

“You resemble her in many ways. Has no one ever told you? Except for the difference in hair color, you’re both tall, fit, curvy, and have a graceful bearing. He has seen you train and thinks, with a little work, you’d be ready. Jonas says he plans to have Lexie take the brunt of the workload as far as suspensions and inversions go, since she’s an experienced rope model. He mentioned a pose he had in mind, a side suspension parallel to the floor with the other model, you perhaps reflecting her pose from the floor. He wanted to do several poses, mirror images he called them, and name the chapter reflections or mirrors, or something like that.”

“Me posing in ropes,” she murmured aloud, trying to wrap her head around such a farfetched idea. “That’s something we haven’t done.”

“Baby, there are tons of things we haven’t done. As for Shibari, I know the basics. If you’re interested, I’ll arrange a session in the rope room soon and you can try them on for size, so to speak. I enjoy it. If you do as well, we can add that to our play. I’m nowhere near as skilled as Jonas—he lived in Japan for several years and trained under a Shibari Master—but I can hold my own with amateurs.”

“The photos would require me to be naked, right?” She had turned back, watching while she relaxed against T’s chest, her attention once again riveted on Lexie.

“Yes, but look closely at her. Do you see a naked submissive in bondage or a work of art?”

Silently, she observed for another moment, mulling it around in her head. To be asked to take part in something so artistic was an honor.

“The way he has her posed and draped and tied, I barely see her skin. It all blends perfectly together.”

Thinking of T tying her, posing her, touching her naked skin as he did so, and fucking her while she hung immobilized and vulnerable, totally under his control made her want to explore further—immediately.

“When can we get that room for a trial?” she blurted out, nearly convinced to do the photos already.

The lights dimmed on the stage, a sign that Jonas and Lexie’s demonstration was over. He had to speak loudly to be heard over the applause. “Soon, but if you’re as into the real thing as much as the idea of it, I’m thinking Jonas has a new model.”

She beamed up at him and he hugged her to him, his lips swooping in for a searing kiss. As he led her away from their place at the railing, she marveled at how vanilla Angie had taken to BDSM and its many nuances, like a duck to water.

“I’ll make it happen, baby. For now, we have a different type of room reserved upstairs.”

“Are you going to tell me which one or make me guess?”

“Patience, little bit. I think you’re going to like my surprise.”

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“STRIP.”

Authoritative and husky with arousal, the one-word order sent a warm thrill racing through her body. She longed to see the face that bespoke so much emotion, but she would have to wait. The blindfold he’d slipped over her eyes in the hallway, blocking out everything except the sound of his voice, and the closing of the door as he guided her inside the mysterious theme room.

Eager to find out what he had in store for her, she didn’t hesitate or question. Slipping her thumbs beneath the narrow straps, she slid them down her arms. Once the dress was past her hips, she shimmied a little and let it fall to her feet.

“Panties, too,” T prompted when she paused.

She swept the tiny scrap of lace over her hips and down her legs, kicking them and her dress out of the way. Unfolding her body, she stood naked and trembling, impatiently awaiting what came next.

“Very nice,” he murmured as the tip of his finger circled first one nipple then the other. Both were poking straight out from the chill of the A/C in the room. When he next spoke, she startled slightly, finding he had moved behind her.

“Link your hands behind your back.”

The familiar ratcheting sound of metal handcuffs rang out as he locked her wrists together. “We’ll need to be careful with these. I prefer fleece-lined leather, but these fit the theme of the room so well. No pulling or tugging that will leave marks. Any lingering redness or stripes on your gorgeous skin will be intentional and by my hand, understand?”

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