No, thank you…at least for the time being.
I wasn’t surprised about the whip. I’d haveprobably gotten us out before that demonstration had started if I’d realized itwas going to happen, but the look on his face said he wasn’t scared. It justdidn’t seem to be a sound that he found arousing.
The flogging scene, on the other hand, hadhim hard and squirming in my arms, not even caring that everyone was watchingme play with him. If I had to guess, I’d say the exhibitionism didn’t turn himon specifically, but he didn’t seem to mind the audience.
That would have been fun to push a bit andsee what he would be comfortable with, but for now, it was time for a change ofpace. I wanted the relaxed, aroused sub back and not the tense, overthinkingone who seemed to be straining to hear the whip even as we walked back into thelounge area.
“When I said theme rooms, what came tomind?” The question had him turning back to me as we walked, and I could seethe thoughts of the scene behind us fading.
He shrugged, but I could almost see thewords forming in his mind so I waited. After a few seconds, he offered up ananswer. “I think fantasy themes was the first thing that came to mind.Something like some of the stuff my sister reads in those dirty romancenovels.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like you talk aboutmore stuff than my family and I do.”
He grinned and his cheeks pinked a bit.“She’s been pushing me to come here and figure shit out. She was one of theonly people I knew who might understand.”
Rubbing my fingers against his hand, Ismiled. “I’m glad you had someone to talk to. In the dark ages when I wasyoung, people just didn’t talk about that kind of stuff. It was all trial anderror and stumbling onto surprising things that you’d never thought about.”
Landon actually chuckled. “I’m glad youfound your way out of the cave and into the club.”
Laughing, I led him through the club andtoward the theme rooms. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were itchingfor a spanking.”
When he shifted and his eyes widened, Iknew my grin turned wicked. “Pushing just to see what an old man will do?”
He couldn’t seem to decide how to respond.Too polite and he might make me think that he didn’t want a spanking, tooobvious and I might understand how much he wanted one…it was a hard decision.
“You’re definitely not old. I like how youlook.” He might have taken the easy way out when it came to the spanking topic,but I knew the admission wasn’t easy for him.
Squeezing his hand, I tried to look moresweet and less predatory. “Thank you. And I don’t think my feelings on how youlook are much of a secret.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, but Istill like seeing the way you watch me.”
“How do I watch you?” My question had himlooking slightly embarrassed, but he didn’t try to avoid answering.
“Like you’re one of those big cats and you’reimagining all the ways you’re going to take me down.” Then he grinned. “But itdoesn’t seem like I’m running, so maybe I want to get caught.”
That small glimpse into what he wasthinking had me smiling and leaning over to kiss his forehead. “I think that’sa very apt description of how I feel.”
Kisses were often more intimate than peoplewanted to experience during a scene or when they first met someone, but thefaint color in Landon’s cheeks as he looked away shyly said he didn’t mind. Iwanted to ask what he was thinking, but as we walked into the long corridorthat had the doorways to the private rooms, I knew giving him a bit of mentalspace to think about it might be the best idea.
Pointing to the rooms on the right, Istarted to explain. “Those have different kinds of windows. Some even haveone-way mirrors in them so people can look in, and you won’t know if anyone iswatching or not.”
His eyes widened, but the way he wasstudying the doors said he was at least curious.
“A light above the door says it’s occupiedand only the staff at the club should go in.” I pointed to a room on the leftthat was clearly unoccupied and opened the door, gesturing for Landon to go in.“They’ll know someone has opened the door, but it’s fine for us to look. Connerknew I was going to show you around.”
He nodded, peeking in the door beforestepping inside. “Oh.”
The spanking bench in the center of theroom seemed to have caught his attention. I released his hand so he could golook at it, but it took a nudge to his back before he started wandering aroundthe room. Leaning against the doorway, I tried to look relaxed andnonthreatening.
We were just here to explore, and I didn’twant him to think I had any intentions of using the equipment…at least thistime.
His gaze kept darting back and forthbetween me and the spanking bench until I finally grinned. “What’s goingthrough your mind?”
He looked slightly sheepish, but heanswered as his gaze went back to the bench. “I’m trying to imagine what itwould be like.”
“That’s understandable.” Since the ideahadn’t scared him, I walked over. Standing close, I reached out and stroked myhand over the padded leather. “How would you describe the thoughts runningthrough your head?”
His answer made me chuckle. “Confusing.”
