Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“No, boy, we decided you’d get one session to prove you’d be capable of fooling the people trolling Javier’s BDSM club and then kidnapping, torturing, and murdering subs that played there. Am I mistaken?”
I really wished he’d come up with a different nickname than boy. I didn’t like it. Of course, I didn’t see Seth Wilkinson ever calling me cute names like Angel or Kitten, either. I also had to admit that he was correct, we had agreed on the one session which meant he was still my potential Dom and me his sub. So much for drawing a line in the sand. I dropped my head and said, “I apologize, Sir.”
“My playroom is the second door on the right, down the hall. Go inside and prepare for me.”
I started past him, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Whatever you have in the bag, you won’t need it. I like my sub completely naked. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, Sir.” Asshole.
“Landon has sat in on the other sessions. Do you have issues with an audience?” he asked.
I could tell he was just dying for me to fuck this up, to show him a weakness. Oh, he was going to be so damned disappointed. “No, Sir. I enjoy an audience.” I carefully placed my duffel bag next to the door and waited for him to allow me to pass.
He placed a finger beneath my chin and pushed my face up. “Is that so? Did I ask if you enjoyed an audience?”
I swallowed. “No, Sir.”
“What is your role in my playroom, boy?”
“For your enjoyment, Sir.” I really did want to punch him in the face. Before the next hour passed, I probably would.
“Second door on the right,” he finally said.
I breezed past him but not before hearing Landon say, “You guys are so fucked up.”
I smiled, understanding how an outsider might not understand or find pleasure in the dynamics of BDSM. That was Landon’s loss. I enjoyed being a sub and couldn’t imagine subbing for a Dom, instead of a Domme, could be that different. I struggled with OCD issues and subbing gave me the opportunity to step away and allow someone to force me to give that control up. Hopefully, Seth was as good as I’d heard, and he would have me flying free within the next hour.
When I reached the second door, I eased it open and stepped inside. I wasn’t sure how long Seth would give me and knew I should hurry into position, but what I saw in front of me caused me to freeze right inside the doorway. Seth’ playroom was…extraordinary. There was more sex furniture in his playroom than there was in the club where Mistress Samantha and I had our scenes. Some of it I recognized, some looked totally new and piqued my interest. Given enough time, I was certain I could figure each of them out, but Seth had made it clear he wouldn’t appreciate if I made him wait.
With just a quick glance toward the King-sized iron bed in the far corner, I stepped to the side of the door and began removing my clothes. Being naked in front of Seth and Landon wasn’t a biggie, I did it all the time with Mistress Samantha. A large crowd usually enjoyed watching us play. While it really wasn’t my thing, I’d learned to deal with it because my Mistress enjoyed it. As I folded the last article of clothing and placed everything in a neat pile against the wall, I assured myself this scene wouldn’t be any different than what I was accustomed to.
I took a deep, cleansing breath, and dropped to my knees. I wasn’t sure what waiting position Seth desired his subs to use, so I went with one I was comfortable with. I’d played with over fifteen Dommes over the years and they’d each wanted different things. My knees were spread, not obscenely but wide enough for my partner to have a clear view of my cock and balls. My ass rested on the back of my heels and my hands were clasped behind my back.
While I waited for him to make an entrance, I studied the furniture a bit closer. I recognized an obedience bench with restraint straps attached, a bondage horse, puppy cage, and another punishment bench with a lot of various attachments, none that really interested me. An enema bag hung above it and there was a place for a dildo attachment. The enema was a definite no and the dildo wasn’t my thing, but I knew Seth would go there directly in an attempt to make me run. A Saint Andrew’s Cross was in the middle of the room and the rest of the furniture was foreign to me. In the corner opposite the large bed, there was a metal cabinet. The items in there should probably worry me.