Page 51 of Pandora's Pleasure
I hung up on her.
The lighting was dimmed in a soft red haze. Unfamiliar shadows danced over furniture and certain devices I recognized from the porn I’d managed to sneak a peek at while hidden away in my bedroom.
I stripped down naked again and placed my dress, underwear and shoes on a corner chair.
An impressively carved four-poster-bed was positioned in the center of the room. But instead of red silk ribbons, there were chains attached to each bedpost with metal cuffs on the end.
This sense of fight or flight or fuck was cranked up enough to have my nipples beading and my clit throbbing; my pussy was already soaking wet.
I’d felt just as intimated back when Damien had tied me to the bed in his oceanside home. There’d been no regrets over that evening. He’d warned me it would be memorable, and it was. Though he’d done hardly anything to me there.
Which was why I hadn’t left this room yet. A replay on that night was as alluring as it was terrifying. I recalled my disappointment when I’d been escorted out of Seascape in the early hours and whisked away in a helicopter with the unspoken threat that I would never return there.
I ran my palm over my right arm, feeling it tingle at the memory of Damien’s touch, trying to comprehend why I had this craving.
For him.
For this.
For more.
The excitement inside me elicited a heady sense of arousal that had me craving his affection, yearning for more of his roughness.
And admittedly his love—or at the very least, his approval.
What he’d done to me in the back of that chauffeur-driven car on the way here had given me the merest taste of the way he liked to dominate. God, I wanted it.
Wanted it all, only…
I looked around at the walls and shelves that offered up strange contraptions promising an alternative to pleasure. It made me recall the images Madeline had shown me—a glimpse into Damien’s depravity, a whole spectrum of perversion, apparently.
To be taken like that…shared, even. Owned like that woman in the video.
Footfalls were heading in this direction.
I gasped and hurried over to the end of the bed, kneeling before it and assuming the same pose that had seemed to please him upstairs.
I only had to wait a few more moments before he walked into the room.
He moved toward me with a stern demeanor that sent shivers up my spine. He’d already removed his necktie. I watched as he peeled off his watch strap, placing it on a high table.
He rolled up his shirt sleeves and casually moved about the room, opening drawers and pulling out contraptions, laying them all in a line on top of the mahogany table.
Daring to raise my head a little more, I peeked at the nipple clamps he’d chosen. The magic wand that lay beside them looked familiar, and I saw a mysterious metal device that was unappealing. I tried not to betray my thoughts, but was unable to hide my concern.
He leaned back against the table and returned his focus to me, crossing his ankles casually as though gauging my reaction to the objects he’d put on display.
I went to speak, wanting to ask what came next.
He raised his finger to stop me. “Eyes diverted. That was your first mistake. Second, your palms should be turned upward. Ready to receive. Any of this sound familiar?”
“Don’t send me away,” I blurted out.
“Give me a good reason not to.”
“If I don’t experience this now, I never will.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
