Page 69 of High Stakes

He wraps his arms around me from behind as I look around. It’s a small but fully equipped dungeon. A St. Andrews Cross, a suspension frame, and a spanking bench, along with a bed. There are cabinets along one wall and I’m sure they’re filled with anything one might want to play with. Everything is secured so it won’t move on rough waters, though I can’t imagine trying to play in the middle of a storm.

“What should we tie you to first?” He asks, kissing my neck. I shudder and turn in his arms.

“Whatever you want, Sir.”

He cups my cheek tenderly. “That’s a good girl.”

He turns his head and finds Owen standing in the corner. “What do you say, Owen? Shall we break in this room?”

“What do you mean break it in?”

“I had it put in about a year ago, but things got hectic in my life, and I’ve not used it with anyone.”

I hate being the jealous girl but knowing that I’m the first person he’s played with here makes it even more special. Playing at the club was going to be strange, because that’s where Owen and I always played. Now, we have a place where only the three of us have played. It makes me grin.

Tobias shakes his head. “And you thought we were going to be the jealous ones?”

I frown. “I try not to be. But maybe I experience it sometimes.”

Owen laughs. “Don’t lie, love. I’ve seen your claws come out when a sub gets too flirty with me at the club.”

Tobias raises an eyebrow. “The truth comes out.”

I roll my eyes and try to step away from him, but he won’t let me go. “Be a good girl and pick something to play on.”

I cast a long glance around the room and point to the cross.

Tobias nudges me toward it but stops me a few feet away and tugs the zipper of my black dress down, so it pools on the floor. I’d somehow managed to forget that they wouldn’t let me wear anything under my dress on the way to the club, so now I stand naked except for my shoes and wait for their move.

Owen hangs back, which is unlike him, but he might be just as curious as I am about where things will go if Tobias takes the lead.

He gives me a little shove, so I’m standing in front of the cross.

“Turn and face us, vixen.”

I do as he asks, and he raises my arms to rest on the upper arms of the cross. The leather cuffs he straps me to them with are soft, and even when he tightens them, they’re comfortable.

My nipples pebble and there’s a little thrill racing through me as he steps back and stares at me.

“Owen, check in the drawer behind you and pick out something for her to wear.”

Wear?

Owen turns without a word and opens the drawer. Amused laughter shakes his shoulders as he looks through the drawer. He turns around with two pairs of nipple clamps. One is an easy pair that doesn’t hurt at all. The other is a set of clover clamps that I know from experience hurt like hell.

“Why don’t we let Bellamy pick?” he asks as he saunters closer to us, dangling the clamps.

I have a love-hate relationship with his little games, but I’m eager to please.

He holds up the clover clamps. “If you pick these, you get to come as often as you want. But if you pick the other pair, you can’t come no matter how much you want to until we’re done with you.”

Fuck. That’s why I have a love-hate relationship with his games.

“What’s the matter, love? Tough choice?”

My eyes dart to Tobias, a pleading expression on my face, and he tsks his tongue. “Don’t look at me like I’m going to save you, little vixen. Make your choice.”

I can’t point, so I nod to the clover clamps. “I’ll take those, Sir.”

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