Page 44 of Merciless Protector

My fingers stopped on a black corset-style bodysuit with a strapless sweetheart bust line. There was a zip-up back. It was cut high on the hips, which made it cheeky for the bottom area. Oddly, there was an attached cotton tail on the back and a white ribbon with a bunny print on the front. I checked the tag that was also attached to a bag with some accessories. Classic Playboy Bunny Costume, it read, with wrist cuffs, Playboy cuff links, a collar with attached bow tie, and matching bunny ears. The picture showed a woman with everything on. I wasn’t sure about the Playboy thing. The man had died years ago, and the costume was cute. The price tag also said it didn’t come cheap. I locked the door before I put everything on except the bunny ears and wrist cuffs.

There was a mirror on the back of the wardrobe door, and I inspected myself. I had to admit, I looked hot. It wasn’t often I thought that way about myself, but this was sexy. I grabbed a pair of heels as the sneakers I wore would stand out and I wanted to blend in. I left my clothes neatly folded on the sofa and exited the room.

Following Connor’s directions, I went through the door he’d told me about and music poured in. There was a wide hallway with windows on either side. I hadn’t thought about getting back to the office area until the door clicked shut behind me. A twist of my hand revealed the door had locked. No turning back now, I told myself.

The windows gave a view into bedrooms. The first room on the left was empty. As was the room on the right, though the bed in there had definitely been used recently. It was the middle row of windows that snagged my attention. I stepped closer to the one on the left as a woman on her hands and knees was getting a pounding from a man behind her while another man fed her his cock from the front. She looked like she was in ecstasy. For a second, I looked away until I remembered if they were doing this in front of windows; they didn’t mind being watched. When I looked back, the two guys leaned in and kissed. My jaw dropped. It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of such things, but I’d never seen it. The guys kissed like long-lost lovers while still enjoying the woman between them.

I moved away and went to the window behind me. A man had a woman bent over the edge of the bed while he fucked her. She had a fading red handprint on her ass while he held her around her neck. His free hand slapped her ass again as she appeared to moan. I couldn’t hear a thing, but that was her expression.

The other two rooms held bodies, but I heard Connor’s voice. I was curious about what he was doing and walked forward into a spacious room. There were pillars about the space likely to keep the building from collapsing on the basement area rather than for decorative purposes. There were a couple of platforms about, but one that was higher and looked more like a stage in the middle of the room.

A man dressed in black leather pants and studded straps crossing his chest stood next to Connor, who also wore black pants that looked sculpted for him. Connor, however, was shirtless and had the body for it. His wife was a lucky woman, but damn if I could be the non-jealous type, knowing women drooled over your man every night he appeared. Then again, I had to admit, Connor was droolworthy dressed in regular clothes. No doubt the man couldn’t walk down the street without getting ogled.

When Connor’s voice sounded from speakers overhead, I paid attention. Connor was teaching the man the art of spanking. He explained that everyone had a tolerance level of pain. The aim was not to hurt but to find the partner’s sweet spot between pleasure and pain.

Connor used the whip on the woman while explaining to the man how to wield it. It was fascinating. Though the woman seemed to get pleasure from it, I didn’t see that Connor was. It was more like a teacher demonstration. When the guy did it, Connor corrected him until he got it right. Then the pair went to town while Connor watched like a proud papa.

At some point, the woman reached an orgasm. At least her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and not like a scary she’s having a seizure way. But like she’d hit that sweet spot Connor spoke of. The man took the woman in his arms and spoke softly. Connor didn’t rush them, just spoke some reassuring words to the crowd. Soon, the pair left the stage with the woman still in his arms. A person dressed in a black button-down and black pants appeared and guided them off.

Connor then took to the middle of the stage. “How about another demonstration?” he said, like the perfect ringmaster he was. “How many of you out there have ever craved being tied up?” He hadn’t looked at me, but I felt my cheeks pinken. As much as I wanted to try, I couldn’t bring myself to voluntarily do it in front of an audience.

A couple of hands went in the air, and I felt my opportunity diminishing. You can do this. You know you want to. A second later, I heard a voice near my ear.

“Do you want to be tied up?”

I glanced around and found Shawn. “Yes,” I said.

He held out a hand and led me back toward the rooms I’d passed. There was another door on the left that we entered that led to a hallway. We walked to the end, to the room I’d previously seen as empty. Inside was an ominous-looking device that formed an X. My gaze flitted over to the window, which somehow was opaque, leaving the hallway I’d walked down blocked from view. Connor walked in.

Shawn said, “Connor is going to do the honors and show me how to do this without hurting you. Are you okay with that?”

“I’ll only tie you, then I’ll leave you alone,” Connor said. “No one can see in as you can’t see out.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Shawn said. “It’s all up to you.”

“Yes,” I blurted, not giving it another thought. This was my opportunity to know.

I took a deep breath and gave in to the process. I’d been more than curious about being restrained after Shawn had found me in the mansion, tied and blindfolded. I’d been nervous about being bound in a room full of unknown men until Shawn showed up. Then, everything had been thrilling. Had it been Shawn, or had I liked the idea of giving up control? Or both?

Connor pulled a wide red strip of silky material from his pocket and went into teacher mode. “This is silk and easy to get out of. Hold out your arms together as if getting ready to receive liquid in your hands.” I did as I was told. Then Connor began to wind a pattern from just below my elbow to my wrist. On top, he formed a bow. He pointed to the bow as he spoke to us. “Having the bow gives you and your partner easy access to freeing you if necessary.” Again, he turned to me. “Does it feel okay?” I nodded, as it wasn’t too tight, and it felt smooth against my skin. But I felt nothing more. Had I been wrong? Then again, nothing Connor did had been sexual. It felt almost like show-and-tell.

Then Connor pulled another silk and handed it to Shawn. “In case,” he said and winked before leaving us alone.

Shawn held it up, but I shook my head. I wanted to see him. I had so many emotions I was experiencing in the moment. I needed all my senses available to me. He nodded and put the fabric in his pocket.

Then he took my hands in his. “Do you trust me?”

It was a huge moment, considering everything that happened. Silently, I bobbed my head. He then walked me backward while keeping his gaze laser-focused on mine.

My back hit the wood of the cross contraption. He lifted my arms and my eyes followed. Above was a hook where he attached my bindings. All I had to do was tug at the bow and I’d be free.

“We can stop at any time,” he said before taking a step back and letting his gaze peruse me. It felt like a touch, and I tingled from head to toe.

He stalked forward and spoke so close to my ear that the breath of his words fanned over my skin. I shivered, and goose bumps erupted. “Are you wet for me, my little fuck bunny?”

It was Shawn. “Yes,” I whispered. It was a hell of a thing how much I wanted him to fuck me.

“Then say please,” he commanded. As if that didn’t turn me on a thousand times more.

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