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Chapter 10

Faye

My head is spinning. Twelve hours ago, I was trying to decide what to wear to have coffee with Easton. Now, I'm kneeling in his private playroom in his private club wearing the most provocative outfit I've ever worn in my life.

I should be scandalized, and in a way, I am. But I'm aroused, too. Something snapped inside me when I kneeled in front of him. I like it. I don't care right now that maybe it's incredibly kinky and most of society would be appalled. I only care how I feel, and I like it.

If this were any other man, I would probably be unable to trust so easily, but this is Easton. I didn't know him well in high school. How could I have? I was a freshman. He was a senior. I barely knew him. I only spoke to him in passing. But somehow, it's enough for me to feel like he wouldn't dare take advantage of me or do anything to hurt me.

Besides, he has an impeccable reputation with the community. This club has mostly five-star ratings. I did a search. Since it's a discreet private club, there isn't much to find, but I found enough chatter to know it's extremely reputable.

I don't wait long. I'm sure Easton didn't want to leave me with my thoughts longer than necessary. He's probably worried I will jump up and run from the building. However, I couldn't have done that while he was in the bathroom since my street clothes were in there with him.

He's back. I can feel his presence behind me. It's powerful. He's so very Dominant. His power over me is thick in the room.

"Rise, baby."

I release my hands and awkwardly come to my feet. It's not graceful, but he doesn't comment.

"Come here." He takes one of my hands as I turn toward him. He takes my breath away. He's wearing black slacks and a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has on black loafers, and he exudes sex appeal.

Easton guides me across the room to a wall I haven't paid attention to. I noticed the bench and a padded table in the middle of the room, but now, I see there is a lot of fetish equipment on the walls.

He leads me to a pegboard. "Stand against the board facing the room, Faye."

I do as I'm told. My breathing is heavy from anticipation and nerves.

He lifts my chin and meets my gaze. "You have my word I will never do anything that will injure you physically or emotionally. I will never strike your skin harder than what it takes to leave you pink for a few hours. I will never do anything without explaining myself."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper. I like calling him Sir. It makes me tingle all over. I also like this scrap of material I'm wearing because he's looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. I want to bottle up this feeling and recreate it over and over.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I can trust someone. He's not going to run to his brother and friends after this and laugh about my inexperience or how awkward I am. Is he?

He frowns. "What just went through your mind, baby. Don't overthink. Just tell me."

I swallow. "Are you going to tell anyone about this?"

His brows rise. "If you mean the specifics of what we do behind closed doors, never. My brother knows we're in my apartment, though. I texted him so he would know why I won't be in my office soon."

I lick my lips. "You won't tell him what we do." I need to be sure.

"No, Faye. What we do alone is private, especially since you've made it clear that you want it that way. I'm close to my brother and several friends I've had for years, but I never talk about my sex life with them. This isn't high school. We don't high five and laugh about our conquests from the night before."

I gasp. He has no idea how close to home that hits. That's exactly my concern. "Did you do that in high school?" For some reason the idea bothers me.

He shakes his head. "No." A slow smile grows on his face. "I didn't have sex with girls in high school, Faye. Do you not remember how dorky I was?"

I return the smile. My body warms. He's said everything just right. I feel better, and I'm glad I spoke my mind. "I was far dorkier," I say, lightening the mood.

He chuckles. "You'll never win in a dork-meter contest with me, baby. But I can tell you that you're certainly not dorky now." He sets a finger on my chest and grazes it down between my cleavage.

"Neither are you." My heart is racing. I don't think he meant for us to have a conversation while we're about to do whatever it is we're about to do, but I like that he doesn't seem to mind. He's the one who encouraged me to speak my mind.

Easton eases his hand up and grips my chin before leaning in to kiss my neck.

I shiver. His touch does that to me.

His voice is deep and low when he speaks. "I want you to spread your legs wide so I can put a spreader bar between your ankles. Have you seen a spreader bar before, baby?"

I shiver again as I nod, partly because I have seen the device he's talking about, both in the club last night and online. However, the main reason I'm trembling is because I love it when he calls me baby. It makes me feel special. Cherished.

"After I secure your ankles, I'm going to lift your arms over your head and attach them to the pegboard. Are you okay with that?"

I nod.

"Words, baby."

"I'm okay with that, Sir."

"Good girl."

His praise is even better than his endearment. I want to be his baby and his good girl. It sends a chill down my spine.

When he squats down in front of me, I grab his shoulders to steady myself while he nudges my feet as wide as he wants them.

I flinch at the sound of the bar tapping the floor between my feet, and I hold my breath while he cuffs my ankles in soft leather.

As he rises, he smooths his palms up my legs. "How does that make you feel, baby?" His voice is gentle and caring.

"Vulnerable."

He smiles. "That's the goal. Is your pussy wet?"

My face heats.

He takes my chin again and leans closer. "Is your pussy wet, Faye?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe.

"Good girl. Lift your arms over your head for me."

I'm shaking as I obey him, and everything changes. I'm stretched out so far that my breasts are high and the hem of my negligée is no longer concealing anything. I don't have to look down to know. I lifted my arms while I was still in the bathroom to find out what would happen.

I catch a glimpse of two large metal circles before Easton pushes them into the pegboard higher than I can reach. He cuffs my wrists next, and when I tip my head back, I see that I'm attached to the eye bolts.

He steps back a few inches and lets his gaze roam up and down my body. "You're so damn sexy, Faye." His voice is reverent.

I feel as sexy as he insists I am. "Thank you, Sir."

"How do you feel now, baby?" He takes another step back.

"Significantly more vulnerable, Sir."

"Good. I like how the hem of your negligée is high enough for me to see your thong. Your pussy is shaved."

I swallow and nod. "I've shaved it for years. I don't like the feel of the hair. Is that okay?" I assume he won't mind. Nearly all of the women I saw in the club last night were shaved bare.

"Of course. I'm just surprised is all. I like it, though. I can't wait to run my cheek against your pussy."

I whimper.

He smiles. "You like that thought."

"Yes, Sir."

"Your breasts are spectacular, Faye. I'm dying to see them fully, but I love how high they rise on your chest with your arms above your head."

I involuntarily arch my chest toward him. I feel greedy. For the first time in my life, I desperately want someone to touch them. I want Easton to touch them. They feel heavy. My nipples are hard. He can see them pressing against the thin silk.

"Mmm. I love seeing you arch your needy breasts toward me. Do you want me to stroke them, Faye?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Such good manners for a new submissive. I'll reward you for that." He steps closer and slowly trails one finger up the center of my body between my breasts.

I'm so eager for him to touch my nipples that I lean into his touch.

"Stay still, baby. I'll touch you when I'm ready. You won't control the narrative."

A whimper escapes my lips. It's hard to remain still. Even though I'm stretched out, I can still sway back and forth a few inches.

I lower my gaze and watch as he trails one finger around my breast in a slow, excruciating spiral. When he gets close to my nipple, I hold my breath, anticipating how good it will feel for him to touch it, but then he stops and switches to the other breast.

I give a frustrated moan.

He smiles, removes his hand from my breast entirely, and lifts my chin with one finger. "Who decides when you get pleasure, Faye?"

I can hardly breathe. "You do, Sir."

"Part of submitting to me includes patience. Your arousal will heighten from your submission. I want to give you pleasure. You'll earn it if you stand very still for me."

I nod erratically and glance toward the bench in the middle of the room. "I thought you were going to spank me, Sir."

"Oh, I definitely am. We'll get to that. I think you need a more sensual experience first. Don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." It's the only answer. I didn't watch any scenes like this downstairs last night. There were certainly sensual aspects of every scene, but I didn't see any of the Doms restrain the subs and then torment them with nothing but teasing touches.

He reaches toward my wrist, drags his finger down my arm, skips my armpit, and continues toward my breast.

My vision blurs. I've never imagined anything like this in my life. I can't believe how aroused I am. The only times I'm ever aroused are when I'm alone under my covers at night, touching myself with my vibrator.

Until Easton. He arouses me when he steps into a room. It's frightening because I want this so badly while, at the same time, I know I'm inevitably going to get hurt. I'm growing surer of that fact by the hour.

He's intrigued by me. I'm a plaything. A challenge. He finds me attractive, and he wants to be the one to show me all about BDSM. It can't last. How long will he be interested in me and keep me around before he grows bored?

I shake my concerns from my head because I'm here now, and I want this. I will deal with the fallout later. This isn't me. I can't sustain this alternate Faye forever. Eventually, I'll go back to my real life…my boring existence as a scientist, my vanilla world where everything is orderly and precise.

I arch again when Easton circles my other nipple. I can't control my body. I want him to touch me so badly. Maybe I'm making a horrible decision giving my submission and my body to this man, but I'm going to do it anyway and deal with the consequences later. Maybe I can guard my heart.

My heart is not something I ever imagined needing to guard. Until Easton, I've never been in a single situation where I thought myself capable of craving carnal pleasure or the company of another person in my life. I figured I was broken.

If I'm not broken, and I just hadn't met the right person to tap into my inner kinky self, then I'm in deep trouble when this ends.

Stop worrying about tomorrow.

"Get out of your head and look at me, Faye," he orders.

I meet his gaze. It's intense. Brows furrowed. He's commanding me with his look. He doesn't glance away as his finger reaches down behind my knee and trails up the back of my thigh.

The ridiculous triangle between my legs is soaked, and a new rush of wetness leaks out of me. I'm certain he will eventually touch it, which embarrasses me. Should I be this wet?

He eases his finger under the back of my negligee and up my butt cheek until he reaches the strap holding up my G-string. Tucking his finger under the elastic, he gives it a slight tug, causing it to pull tighter between my cheeks.

It's an unusual sensation because I've never worn anything this skimpy before. I never thought I would like it, and I didn't when I first put it on, but now that I'm at Easton's mercy, I kind of like that he has access to my skin. It feels naughty and sexy.

He holds my gaze as his finger trails down the strap between my cheeks until I rise onto my toes and clench my butt when he gets too close to my forbidden hole.

"Easton…"

"One day, you will let me touch you here without clenching."

My face heats.

"Eventually, you will trust me to take care of you and know your limits."

My lips tremble. The thought of him touching my tight, forbidden hole is so foreign I can't wrap my head around it. Luckily, he moves on, dragging his finger back up the strap and around to my belly button.

"Where do you need my touch, baby?" he asks in a sultry voice. "Your pussy or your nipples?"

I moan. "Both, Sir."

"Mmm. Do you think you've earned my touch?"

"Yes, Sir." I can't think that I've done anything to warrant denial.

Suddenly, both his hands are on my hips under my negligée. His thumbs graze my belly. "Do you want me to see your breasts, Faye?"

"Yes, Sir." God, I want that so much. I want to see him looking at me. I want to see the lust in his eyes. I want to feel sexy, and I know I will. I already feel sexier than I've ever felt, but I know it will grow tenfold when he sees me naked.

He removes his hands from my hips, pulls them out from under the silk, and wraps them around my torso just below my breasts. His thumbs reach higher now, tormenting the undersides of my breasts. It's maddening and driving me wild.

"Your nipples are so hard, baby. Achingly hard. I like seeing them through the cups of your negligée."

"They hurt, Sir," I murmur because it's true.

Finally, he flicks them both over the silk with his thumbs.

I cry out as though he has thrust into my channel.

"Fuck, you're responsive. It makes my cock harder than it's ever been. You have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me," I blurt out boldly, surprised by my request.

He shakes his head. "Not tonight, baby. Tonight is about you."

He's seriously not going to let me see him tonight?

He brings his hands to the V of my negligée, trails his fingers down the lace, and eases the cups lower until my nipples are free.

I arch and moan as the cool air in the room touches my aching tips.

"Spectacular, Faye," he whispers reverently. "You're divine. I could play with these little berries all night. I bet I could make you come from nipple stimulation alone. I want to suckle them and circle them with my tongue. I want to make you writhe with need."

"Please…"

"Patience, baby. You'll take what I offer when I offer it."

"Yes, Sir." Blood is pumping through my body. I'm on fire. His words drive me crazier than his fingers. I want more. I want everything. I wish he hadn't declared that he would not have sex with me tonight. I want him inside me.

I crave this unknown like a drug. It's elusive, but I want it. I've never once in my life wanted to have sex with someone, but suddenly, I'm salivating for it.

Easton releases the cups, and they return to their original position, covering me.

I whimper.

A moment later, he grabs the hem at my hips and lifts the entire garment up my body so fast I'm stunned. He raises it up my arms until he reaches my hands. "Open your fists, Faye."

When I obey him, he tucks the silk into my hands. "Hold this up for me. If you release it, I will punish you."

A deep shudder courses through my body at his words. Does he know how it affects me when he talks like that? Of course, he does. He's a Dom. He owns this club. He's a very talented Dom who's playing my body mercilessly.

I grip the silk as he steps back. He doesn't hide his obvious perusal of my body. I'm stretched out in front of him, my breasts high and heavy. The only thing covering me is the triangle of black material over my pussy.

I've never been exposed like this. It's so naughty. It's heady, and my arousal is growing by the second as he stares at me.

"You are perfection, Faye. Every inch of you. I'm going to enjoy looking at you often. You like it. I'll keep you naked often when we're together. I'll put you on display for my pleasure in obscene positions. You'll obey my requests because it feels so good when I look at you."

I swallow. My throat is dry.

"You like it when I look at you, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

"You've thought a lot about what it would feel like to be exposed like this, haven't you, Faye?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It won't be enough. Soon, you'll want me to let other people look at you, too."

My breath hitches. I know he's right, but it's embarrassing.

"I won't share you yet. Not tonight. Another night. I'll strap your naked body spread wide on a St. Andrew's cross on the second floor and use a feather to keep your nipples hard while people watch."

I moan. My nipples tighten further.

"Just so we're clear, while you're under my tutelage, I will not let anyone else touch you. You will submit to me and me alone. I will choose when and how to expose you. You will obey my wishes. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." My mouth is so dry I'm panting. His words have so much power.

"Do you want me to expose your pussy, Faye?"

I nod. "Please, Sir." I'm wanton and greedy. I'm someone else—a parallel Faye. I don't know her, and I don't care. I'm in heaven.

I wonder how he will expose me with my legs spread so wide.

He steps toward a tall dresser a few feet to my side, opens the top drawer, and returns with a pair of scissors. My breath hitches. The blades put a certain amount of fear in me. In seconds, he snips one side of my thong, letting it fall to the floor around my ankle.

It's shocking. Unexpected. Hotter than hell.

I don't have time to ponder it further before Easton squats in front of me, grips my thighs, and stares at my pussy. He inhales deeply and groans. "Fuck, you smell good."

I shiver. His breath is driving me mad, and I tip my head back and moan loudly when he rubs his nose against my mons. It's so dirty. So naughty. So sexy.

He abandons my pussy, rising to stand in front of me again. I'm disappointed, but it's short-lived because before I know it, he flicks his tongue over my nipple.

I cry out.

He blows on the wet tip. "The prettiest ripe berries ever. So pink and swollen and needy. These nipples will look amazing when I clamp them and let a chain hang between them.

I writhe. I can't help it. His dirty talk drives me out of my mind. Will he really clamp my tender flesh? I've read about it. I've seen sketches online. I can't imagine it, though. However, I don't think he tosses out idle threats. I trust he will eventually do everything he has suggested.

"You like that idea, don't you, Faye?"

I whimper.

"Words, baby. Do you want me to clamp these tender buds?"

I nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Mmm. Someday," he teases.

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