She ignored myquestion, but ran her fingers along it, almost lovingly. “Spankingbench. Easy to use, with or without restraints. Comfortable, too.Hourglass St Andrew’s cross.” She waved at a utilitarian doubletriangle cross braced against one wall. Rings were soldered to eachside in rows. “Practical, but uncomfortable.”
“Not a fan?” Istopped rubbing my shoulders.
“Nope. Last time Iwas on that I felt like I was going to tip forward the entire time.Probably just my weird head, but I like something more stable.” Herfingers still traced invisible patterns on the padded spankingbench.
“Thanks. That waseducational.”
“I’ll bet.” Enotashot me a narrowed gaze and strode back across the room to try thedoor. “Dammit. Do you have a phone?”
“No pockets.” Ipatted my legs and gave her a woeful grimace she returned.
“I left mineupstairs. Guess we’re here for the duration.”
“I guess so.” Itried not to fidget, but the lack of something to do with my handsbothered me. “Is this how girls feel all the time with nopockets?”
Enota let out a softbark and pushed dark tendrils off her face and back into the messybun tied at her nape. She didn’t wear a necklace, but a thin pinkstripe above her collarbone gave me a bit of an idea.
“Do you want to playa game? To pass the time?” I added nonchalantly, my heart beatinghard against my chest cavity. Hell, I’d only held her hand, andalready I wanted to rip a hole in those damn fishnets and fuck usboth into next week.
“What sort of game?”she asked cautiously.
“Good girl,” Ipraised her.
Her lips parted, butnothing came out. A slow shiver started at her shoulders and workedits way south, pebbling her skin with tiny goosebumps, but shedidn’t seem to notice. “Why?”
“Because practicingsafety locked in a room with a man you don’t know is a smart thingto do. Do you have cameras?”
“Yes.” She lied, andlied well. Not an inch of her defiance shone through.
Too bad I’d alreadychecked that part of the room out too, but she wouldn’t earnherself a spanking over a fib like that, not when she used it forself-protection.
I nodded. “That’s agood thing. I want to ask you questions. You tell me if I get themright.”
“And then?” Her eyesnarrowed further, and her nose wrinkled, but she leaned forwardfrom the door, betraying her curiosity.
“If I get it right,we try something out. If I get it wrong, you can bore me with avirtual tour of the club from here.”
“What do you mean bytry something out?”
Inside, I cheeredfor her.Smart girl. “If I ask you something about you andthis equipment, and I’m right, I want to try you out on them.Expand my education.”
“I keep my clotheson.”
“You keep yourclothes on.”
“You don’t touchme.”
“Only if you ask meto touch you.”
She scoffed at that,and her chin lifted. “That’s out.” She pointed to the whipping postI leaned on.
“It’s not inplay.”
“All right.”
I smiled, slow anddamning for us both. Not once had she asked to do anything to me,or turned the tables. Little Enota was a submissive through andthrough. I wondered if she knew how obvious she was, but my need topush her a little further won out.
“Thank you. Stocks.You said they were too heavy before.”
