Page 39 of Worth the Risk

“An experienced, considerate dominant would have her stretch in preparation. Rick is both. Look closely and you’ll see a vertical bar. It’s locked onto the platform and acts as a stabilizer for a padded abdominal support you can’t see but is there to keep her upright should her knees buckle. He wouldn’t take any chances with Regan’s safety.”

“Why do it, then?”

“For her, it’s the thrill of giving up control. For him, it’s taking it. Others like the thrill of something different, still others enjoy titillating their audience. Rick and Regan both feed off the crowd as exhibitionists.”

With her gaze locked on the pair, she watched as the big dom wielded a leather strap with expert precision. His submissive tossed her red head and rose on her toes, which had to be all she could manage in the strict position. Her moans rose above the hum of the crowd every time the leatherthwackedagainst the back of her legs and her bottom.

A flush of heat spread through Bella’s body as she watched and responded to the erotic display.

Dan’s presence behind her, his breath brushing hotly over her cheek as he whispered in her ear, describing every detail of the scene unfolding before them, only added to the sexual tension she’d been feeling all night. She could feel the proof of his arousal pressing against the thin layer of silk covering her bottom, sending shivers of desire racing through her.

Bella’s heart raced when the dom on the platform set aside his strap and moved into position behind his sub. She was at his mercy, except for a simple three-letter word. She had to trust that he and the others surrounding her would honor her safeword should she cry it out suddenly.

Imagining herself in the petite redhead’s place, Dan striding toward her with his erect cock in hand, ready to take her in front of the crowd, was almost too much to bear.

“Talk to me, beautiful,” he insisted softly. “What are you thinking and feeling?”

All Bella could manage was a hoarse whisper. “I’m hot. Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot?”

He chuckled, his voice low and husky. “So is everyone else. It’s why management keeps this place cold enough to see your breath.” His arms flexed, one hand splaying wide over her belly, as he pressed his hips and hard cock against her and nibbled her ear. “Would you like to switch places with her?”

Bella didn’t have to think. With her eyes fixed on the madly fucking couple, she shook her head. “Only if you switch with him.”

Dan’s response was a deep, throaty growl in her ear. “Damn, baby, you’re spot on with answers tonight. But I was always part of the equation.” He brushed her hair back with his chin then his lips and tongue glided down the side of her neck. “Are you ready to find our own station? Or would you rather go upstairs to a private room? I have one reserved.”

“Would you be disappointed if I said private?”

“Not at all. Tonight is about you.”

He steered her to a flight of stairs in the back of the room. To go up, they had to get through another security check. She climbed the steps on rubbery knees, Dan’s hands on her hips, both possessive and protective, as he followed.

As they entered the private room, Bella’s eyes darted around, taking in every detail with a growing sense of unease. Much of the equipment here was the same as on the main floor. But there were no crowds, no spotlights, and no DMs circulating to make sure everyone was safe. The room was dimly lit, with flickering faux torches casting eerily dancing shadows on the walls, ceilings, and floors. Heightening her disquiet were the faint moans and whimpers coming from the other rooms.

Dan walked over to an armoire against the wall. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular back. It rippled as he moved, hanging his tee on the knob then opening the upper section’s doors. The shelves and hooks overflowed with BDSM paraphernalia. She was so new, most of it was foreign to her.

He held a pair of fleeced-lined cuffs with a blue flogger hanging over his shoulder when he turned and walked to the center of the room.

“I want you here, Bella,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. She hurried over, obeying without question because she really wanted to play with Dan.

“I’m going to restrain you and flog your lovely body until you’re mindless with need and ready to come. How does that sound?”

“Incredible...sir.”

He smiled. “You’re going to be a natural at this. Do you know why?”

“Because I’m...”

When she hesitated, his hand curled around her nape, and he ordered softly, “Say it.”

“Submissive,” she whispered.

“That’s it. See, the word won’t bite, and neither will I. At least not hard enough to break the skin.”

“Are you teasing again?”

His steely eyes appeared dark blue in the shadowy room. “What do you think?”

“That Ben might have been right. I’m in over my head with you.”

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