I needed tode-escalate, fast.
“This thing works atreat.” I kept rubbing my spine in the same cross motion. “See?Nothing to it. You should give it a try…” I left my words hanging,in case she wanted to fill in the blanks for me.
“Enota,” shewhispered, her gaze glued to the post at my back. “No, thankyou.”
“Beautiful manners,”I murmured. “So, we’re locked in here? What about the key?”
She jumped like thedoor had burned her. “Oh. No. It won’t work.” She noddedemphatically while I held my silence and waited. “It’s a timer box.I must have bumped it. We’re stuck until the timer goes off.” Sheshrugged, bringing her hands out from behind her back. “I have noidea how long that will be.”
“That’s okay. We canpass the time. Maybe…” I looked around the room, picking out thethings that interested me most, then returned to Enota.Atone. I smiled, glad I’d figured her name out as her gazenarrowed, suspicion lingering there.Ahhh. That's where thatfilthy little mind headed.Biting back a smile, I waved my handat the room in general to encompass the wide array of toys that hadbeen brought out from the walls enough to play on. “I’d love toknow what you think of these.”
“You do.” Her voicecame out flat and she didn’t move from her spot at the door.
“Yeah.” I started tomove away from the post, but she froze up. Easing my way back, Islipped my hands to my thighs where pockets should have been andfound nothing.
Damn costume.
There went myrelaxed pose. I folded my hands behind my back and resumed myself-massage.
“Okay, well, thatone is a motorized cock, which sort of goes without saying, and itgoes well with the stocks. Those ones.” She pointed while Inodded.
“They hangseparately?” My attention remained on her, not the furniture. We’dget to that, and I’d already checked the place out while she wasbusy hitting her maximum capacity for panic.
“One can be caned ina kneeling position, or you can add the legs to the other end ofthe sawhorse.” She winced as she cast a speedy glance over therough wooden slats. “They can form a fixed set. Good forflogging.”
“And whipping, nodoubt.”
She shuddered.“Yeah. And the—that post—” She waved blindly in my direction andturned away. “There’s the sex chair in the corner.” She pointed toa truly hideous piece of over-stuffed red leather. “But it doesn’tget much use at all.”
“It’s ugly.”
“And notcomfortable.”
“Should it becomfortable? I always got the impression one person suffered at thewhim of another in these … situations.” I kept my face clear ofemotion as she studied me.
“True, but that sortof long-term discipline or predicament is more what you’ll findcouples trying at home where they can tweak the situation to theirliking. And they can take their time better, too.”
I tucked that littlegem of information aside for later and hoped I’d need it. “Andmaybe choose a better color,” I deadpanned.
The hint of a smilecurved her generous lips for the first time. “Maybe.”
She smiled, even apartial one. That was a good thing. Calming her was my firstmission.
“So, I got a bit ofa tour. Show me the rest?”
She let out a slowbreath. Maybe not quite a sign, but close to it. “All right.” Shestepped away from the door and headed to the other end of the room.“No sex bed in here. That monster is in another room, I’m afraid.There’s a wicker chair over there though, reserved for aftercare.Plus blankets. It’s sort of when playmates sit together and makesure each other is okay afterward, ’cause it can get all emotionalinside when you’re not watching. Like a form of therapy for both orall, if there are more play partners.” Her hips swayed gently asshe walked, the lace fragments of her skirt brushing her upperthighs.
That she thought ofboth parties hardened me to the edge of my endurance already. Mymind sped up the program, not what I’d thought the club experiencewould be like at all, though I was far from complaining.
I gritted my teethand pressed my heels down hard, trying to move some of thecirculation around and use the brief shot of pain to reduce myarousal. “Damn, pygmy bat. You’re cute as a tour guide.”
The little minx spunon me, her teeth bared, nose wrinkled. Her skin seemed to darkenfor an instant, as if something beneath was trying to get out asshe exhaled a sharp breath aimed in my direction. “Don’t you makeassumptions about me.”
I grinned, enjoyingfucking with her head way too much, and raised my hands, palms out.“Just an observation.”
“Keep your eyes andyour hands to yourself, s— Mace.” She recovered the trip nicely,but I still caught it.
Smothering a smilebehind my hand, I pointed to a heavy wooden bench with black pads.“That’s a lot easier on the eye,” I said. She shot me a suspiciouslook, so I kept my face bland and open. “Do you like this one?”
