Page 52 of Midnight Dissonance

His playroom was located on the third floor of his penthouse. It originally had been another bedroom, but he turned it into his private BDSM playroom with all the toys. The floors were hardwood like the rest of the place, but that’s where any resemblance to the rest of the penthouse ended.

He had the walls painted a dark gray to look like a dungeon. The moment they entered, the motion sensor kicked the lights on. He had gone with wall sconces that emitted a warm gold glow. They had a dimmer switch as well, which he lowered to give it the right kind of ambience.

“If you need to use the bathroom, you have five minutes. Then I want you naked and kneeling before the bench for me.”

She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.” Then she scurried away to the ensuite bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom, he headed to the black wooden armoire in the corner, just past the daybed, and grabbed the items he wanted to use. He kept the armoire stocked with lube, condoms, and toys. He carried them over and placed the items on a small table beside the bench. Then he removed his shirt, folded it, and stored it on top of the bed. He toed off his shoes and socks, placing them at the foot of the bed before stripping off his jeans and adding them to the pile on the bed. But kept his boxer briefs on for the time being.

He turned just in time to watch Lexi stroll out of the bathroom without her clothes and kneel beside the bench in a picture of perfect submission.

He pressed a hand against his hard cock, attempting to stave off his hunger to sink into her pussy.

Desire pulsed through him as he stalked to her side. And he worried, for the first time since becoming a Dom, if he’d be able to control himself. She tested him, pushing the boundaries of his control.

He caressed her head, trailing his fingers over her silken hair. Then he cupped her chin, drawing her gaze up from the floor. “Good girl. You did so well. Take my hand and rise.”

At the compliment, she flushed and beamed. Did she have a praise kink? Considering what she told him about her parents and their horrendous treatment, it made sense. And it was an avenue they would explore.

She placed her hand in his and let him help her to her feet. Gone was the spunky, sarcastic, ready-to-fight woman, and in her place was the perfect submissive.

His gaze lingered on her killer form. Tits a man could drown in. A slender waist with hips that flared out and gave a man a generous handhold. Her legs were amazing, with thighs that touched but made great fecking earmuffs.

“What’s your safeword?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

“Guitar.”

“Good girl.” He ran his hands through her hair, tilting her head back. Her eyes slid shut at the caress, and bliss painted her stunning face.

He wanted to kiss her but held back, because if he kissed her, he would abort the scene and fuck her senseless. There was something about Lexi’s mouth, with her pouty lips, that made him lose his mind.

He drew his hands down to her amazing tits. Cupping the heavy globes, he growled deep in his chest. He brushed his thumbs against her nipples, and the pink peaks stiffened at his touch. But not enough for what he had in mind. He swooped down, capturing a bud between his teeth, and sucked it deep into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against it, making it swell and harden for him.

Lexi gasped. Her hands gripped his head, and she arched her back, feeding him the mound.

He worked the bud until it was an angry red and stiff. Then he grabbed a set of magnetic ball clamps. “These will pinch. Let me know if the pain’s too much.”

And he affixed the first one. It clamped her nipple tight, pushing the bud out even more. But damn, it made her tit look amazing. She moaned, a breathy, throaty sound that made his cock jolt and precum seep from the head, forming a wet patch on his boxers.

Once he was certain she could handle it, he gave its twin the same wicked treatment, sucking on the bud until it protruded lewdly, and then he attached the magnetic ball clamp.

She winced at the pinch. But he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her abused nipples until she was gasping and arching her back.

“You’re doing so well. Being such a good girl. Let’s get you up on the bench, shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He helped her climb up and position her body the way he wanted, with her belly against the bench and her ass positioned at the edge. It gave him easy access to her pussy and ass. When he had her right where he wanted her, he restrained her legs and arms in leather cuffs and then affixed a leather strap over her lower back. Now her body was on total lockdown, putting her at his mercy.

Josh caressed the slender lines of her back. She sighed into his touch while he marveled that she was meant for him. “Such a good girl. I have a surprise for you. Look toward the windows.”

The bank of windows were currently shielded by thick, heavy blackout curtains. But she had an exhibitionist streak inside her. And since she was barred from the club for another few weeks, this should feed the need inside her. He grabbed the remote on the table and pressed the button for the curtains to open.

They retracted all the way to the walls on either side. And now she had a clear view of downtown Denver and the mountains beyond. The sun had already set, and darkness loomed only broken by city lights. But at her sharp gasp of pleasure, he knew it was the right choice.

“And now anyone could look in this window and see every dirty, filthy thing I intend to do to you.”

She moaned. “Oh god.”

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