Page 33 of The Master

“I want you to come for me,” Nate said, pushing his fingers against my clit through my underwear. “Right here, like this. Can you do that?”

I swallowed hard. He could get me there, I knew. The real question was, could I get out of my head enough to let him?

I nodded.

While I watched the couple on stage climax – first him and then her –Nate kept his fingers outside my panties, working over my clit until I came too, my cries lost in the roar of applause for the pair’s performance. The arm around my waist tightened even as my thighs clamped down on his hand. He held me through it, not rushing, not talking, just letting me enjoy.

I slumped back against him, muscles lax, body tingling.

“Now,le soleil, what do you say we check out one of the member rooms and pretend that nothing else in the world exists?”

I liked the sound of that.

He helped me smooth out my clothes as he set me onto the couch next to him, then got us both to our feet. He linked our hands and headed toward the bar. My face was burning as we made our way through the crowd, but any self-consciousness was in my own head. The people who even paid us any attention at all simply smiled, and I was surprised at how genuine each pleasant expression seemed to be.

At the end of the bar was a small case with five glass compartments. Inside each one was a key card with a name on it. Or, rather, inside four of them were key cards with names. The fifth one was empty.

Nate took a card out of his pocket – the same one he’d used at the door – and inserted it into a slot in the cabinet. Something clicked, and he opened the second door, retrieving the card. He pocketed the first card and led me over to one of the doors on the far wall. The second card went into a slot next to a keypad, and he pressed a few buttons before the door clicked, and a green light lit up.

“It’ll lock behind us,” Nate explained as we walked into the room. “Some people don’t mind if observers wander in, but I want to keep what we do here private.”

“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand and closed the door behind us. The music faded to a barely audible bass line.

He turned and gave me a quick kiss. “I’m not an exhibitionist. I don’t necessarily care if someone’s watching, but that isn’t one of my kinks.”

He stepped out of the way, and I forgot to respond with anything more than a low whistle. This wasn’t like the playroom at either of Nate’s places. High ceilings with exposed piping like a warehouse. Brick walls. Steampunk was the word that came to mind.

“Every year or so, they redo the rooms, give them different feels, different toys. They’re not satisfied with just the status quo. They want to be the best.”

I understood now what had drawn him here. He liked the best.

“Any particular reason you chose this room?” I asked as my gaze moved along the walls.

The restraints were all metal rather than a variety of materials, but there were several different sizes of handcuffs, with various lengths of chains between them. Some looked like those heavy manacles from historical movies, the ones that usually went around ankles. A few spreader bars hung underneath them.

Another wall had…well, masks and harnesses were the only words I could think of to describe them. I really hoped he didn’t think I was going to wear any of that stuff. That was a hard no. Fancy masquerade masks like the couple on stage had been wearing would be okay, but these things looked like they belonged in…well, in an S&M music video.

“It’s my first time in this one since it’s been redone,” he said. “Not my favorite one, to be honest, but it’ll do.”

“Did you have something specific in mind?” I asked.

He tugged on my hand, pulling me against his chest. “I did. Unless you’re too weirded out by the room.”

I hooked my fingers in his belt loops. “Not at all. Just tell me what to do.”

He grinned, his eyes dancing. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now, let’s get you out of those clothes and into somethinglesscomfortable.”

Twenty-Three

Nate

I walked around the bench,finding it harder than usual to keep my attention on checking the knots and restraints that had Ashlee bent over and waiting for me. I’d been tempted to just take her, but she deserved more than just a quickie. She deserved to have her horizons expanded.

I’d left her hair in the thick braids she’d coiled around her head like a crown, allowing me to see her face. That was also the reason I’d positioned her in front of a mirror. I wanted to see my handiwork while I enjoyed it.

“This is going to pinch, and then it’s going to hurt.” I held up a pair of nipple clamps. They looked like rusty black metal, but that was just cosmetic. They were as well-designed and safe as everything the club provided.

She swallowed hard but nodded. “Okay.”

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