Page 64 of Healing the Heart

She didn’t answer, instead gazing at the station they passed featuring a spanking bench and a domme dressed head to toe in black leather wielding a crop. He quickly assessed the scene, noting the many differences between it and Fiona’s most recent disaster.

The sub was male, his ass ruddy from the leather flapper she used rather than lined by the much harsher shaft. His shouts ofmore, please,andharder, mistresswere far removed from Fiona’s muffled cries from behind the gag.

Thinking about it enraged him all over again.

Still, there were too many similarities, and he moved her quickly past it. No benches or bondage tonight. He planned to show her BDSM was about more than fear and pain and dishonorable dominants who had no respect for their partner or her limits.

A flash of light in a dark area around the next corner caught his eye and presented the perfect opportunity. Noah guided her through the foot traffic to a spot in the second row behind the velvet ropes. Luckily, she was tall and could see over the onlookers in front of them.

When the air crackled with electricity and jagged fingers of light lit the darkened station, she drew in a breath.

From behind her, his hands curled around her shoulders, and he bent to speak in her ear, mindful not to disturb the scene and the captivated audience.

“Have you seen a violet wand demonstration?”

She shook her head, her gaze transfixed on Val, bound spread-eagle to a horizontal cross. Her fair skin glowed with a bluish tint as tendrils of electric light sparked from her husband’s fingertips as he caressed her trembling form.

“I know you use e-stim at the clinic. It’s similar but also worlds apart with colorful lights, lots of special attachments, restraints, bare skin, and an appreciative audience.” He looked down at her, watching her watch the scene. “Master Eric is our resident expert, and he’s found his perfect counterpart in Val. They put on quite a show.”

Completely mesmerized by the scene, Fiona couldn’t seem to look away. Half turning, she grabbed his arm for balance and stood on her toes to whisper, “I tried our TENS unit at the clinic. On low, it felt like a thousand tiny hammers pummeling my skin. It was all I could take.”

“They’ve played at this for a while, so he’s had to elevate his game as she’s built up a tolerance. I’ve seen him use everything from the standard glass electrodes to a fiberglass flogger to metal. He’s always careful with her, though, and adheres to every safety precaution.”

As Eric dragged both hands down his wife’s body, over her breasts and belly to her thighs, continuous crackles and Val’s soft moans filled the air.

“The sparks look like they’re coming from his fingers. I don’t see any electrodes. How is that possible?”

“It’s too dark for you to see it, but he’s using a body contact cable, which makes Eric the current conductor. So it is coming through his fingers. It makes it more intimate and allows him to go where electrodes can’t.”

She gazed up at him in confusion, but her eyes suddenly widened as his meaning sank in. When a cry of intense pleasure rent the air, they turned in time to see Val’s back bow off the table. Master Eric stood between her legs, his back to the audience, blocking what he was doing to her. From the way she shuddered as she found her release, Noah could imagine.

The spectators applauded the stunning culmination of the intensely sensual scene. “What did you think?” Noah asked, ashe led her away. Fiona’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, until finally, on the third attempt, in a barely audible whisper, she uttered, “Wow!”

He couldn’t hold back a grin at her stunned reaction. “We’re not all about bondage and impact play. There’s a whole sensual world waiting to be explored beyond that.” He spotted an open cross with no one waiting. “Come on, before someone jumps ahead of us.”

Noah quickened his pace, weaving with her among the others, many of who were simply enjoying the variety of activities on display. Fiona kept up but hesitated at the entrance to the station.

“Could we go to a private room?”

Facing her, he took her hands in his and backed slowly into the station. “The theme rooms have to be reserved weeks in advance. The more popular ones have a waiting list of over a month. Sometimes two.”

“Oh...”

He stopped. Releasing her hands to cup her face and angle it up to his. He searched for signs of panic rather than mere hesitancy. One hand slid down her throat. Her pulse was slightly fast, but nowhere near racing, which he would expect if her anxiety were mounting to a critical point.

“I don’t recall public scenes being a hard limit on your list.”

“I probably should have updated that after—”

He nodded. After Jordan, a lot might have changed. If he ever got his hands on the bastard again, he wouldn’t be nearly as gentle.

Noah leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, keeping in mind it was her first night back and he should take things slow.

“We’ll continue strolling,” he assured her, “or go to the lounge. The band has another set left—”

“No!” she suddenly exclaimed, anger flashing in her beautiful brown eyes. “I should be able to do this. He’s not even a member anymore.”

“There’s no need to rush,” he urged.

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