Page 119 of Pandora's Pleasure
Having only moved in yesterday—the same day Damien had asked me to—I suspected this would all become familiar. Damien would frequently lead me down here and choose one of these pieces to use on me.
Opening a drawer, I peeked inside and removed a leather strap with a chain on the end, realizing I was holding a leash. My smile flittered when I imagined him using it on me.
“You need a collar,” Damien’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Pivoting, I clutched the leash to my chest. “Do I get one?”
He looked devastatingly handsome in his white shirt and ripped jeans, his dark hair ruffled casually.
He stepped in and walked across the room. “See anything you like?”
“Am I allowed in here?”
“As long as you don’t use anything to pleasure yourself, yes.”
“Because only you’re allowed to touch me like that?”
“Masturbation is forbidden.”
“Unless I can’t help myself,” I teased.
He didn’t laugh. “Want your collar?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then earn it.”
How would this work if I was always compelled to rebuke him. I suppose that was the point, we’d find our way in all of this—him bossing me around and me reveling in the way he mastered me.
Falling to my knees, I assumed the position and gazed down at the floor, remembering the pose he’d once told me to hold.
“Permission to speak, sir.”
“Granted.”
“I want to see our sex tape.”
“You mean my sex tape?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why don’t we familiarize you with everything in here first.”
Damien closed the space between us and assisted me to my feet. He escorted me around the room giving me the grand tour, showing me his collection of nipple clamps, sex tongs that widen a woman’s labia, whips and chains and toys and restraints, paddles and blindfolds and feathers, a suede flogger, and a collection of vibrators.
More alarming still was the antique collection of torture devices he had hung on the walls, which he pointed out were merely for décor.
Though with him anything was possible.
Already my panties felt damp from the expectation of how a scene with him would play out.
“Am I ready?” I asked softly.
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
He brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. “Get undressed.”
