Page 69 of Iron Hearts

Again, she was young… I was not. I had a lot of life left, sure, but almost twenty years was a big difference. I would be lying if I said I didn’t worry about it in the back of my mind, but there wasn’t anything I could do. She was wild and free, and that was one of the things I loved about her. I didn’t want to capture her, or put her in some kind of a gilded cage – that wasn’t what I was about.

I wanted to watch her soar, and I wanted her to come back to me of her own free will.Thatwas hotter than anything.

We stopped at the dungeon door, and I felt my curiosity at what her reaction would be pique, as Shadow opened it with a flourish and a devilish grin.

Rarity’s eyes got wide when she rounded the door frame and stepped inside.

The room was longer than it was wide. Front to back it was probably only about eight feet, maybe – but it was easily almost twice that long.

At the one end were two St. Andrew’s crosses in the corners against the back wall, left and right. A peg board with an assortment of floggers, canes, crops, and whips to choose from between them.

A spanking bench was inside and to the left through the door, and in the center of the back wall was a slightly raised dais with a life-sized motorcycle made out of rich beautiful wood. It was a fun piece, and sturdy, with two eye bolts in the floor about two feet apart in front of it, and one on the other side of it.

The bolts were the perfect width to shackle ankles to, bend the girl over, and lash her wrists together and to the eye bolt in the floor on the other side of the bike. It was solid and wasn’t going anywhere. You could fuck, suck, and do whatever the hell else you wanted to her over that thing, and it was a fun time.

To the right, was a canopy bed, up against a cinder block wall, the smokers, and the barbecue pit on the other side of that wall out on the deck. The canopy bed was wrought iron and steel, with plenty of anchor points in the headboard and foot board, a king sized, and good for a couple of couples to fuck on – which yes, the parties did tend to get that wild.

The whole room was painted black, and the sheets and padding were either black or red, in line with the club’s colors. It was very goth and vampy in here, and there were a few extras dangling from the ceilings. Anchor points for some Shabari and rope play for those that were into it, or to set up one of the swings stored in the bank of four lockers between the wooden bike and the St. Andrew’s crosses.

“Oookaaaay,” Rarity said. “This is more than a little above my paygrade. I may not be vanilla, but I’m like, maybe vanilla with a few rainbow sprinkles, not…wow.”

Shadow and I shared a laugh at her reaction and she tucked into me a little closer. I ran my hand up and down her arm and said, “It’s not for everybody,” in a bid to reassure her.

“Renegade is the resident sadist,” Shadow declared. “Everyone else ranges up and down the spicy spectrum from super-hot Carolina Reaper pepper to barely spicy jalapeño.”

I could see the question in her eyes as she looked up at me, but that was a discussion between just me and her and dependent on how far or how comfortable she was going.

We went back out, shutting the door behind us, to more of the guys including Renegade filing in the door to the outside steps up here.

“Oh, hey! It’s a party now!” Renegade called as Dusty slid in for a hug.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said.

“How’s my girl?” Renegade asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Good,” she answered.

“You meet Rarity, yet?” he asked.

“Briefly.” Rarity shot Dusty a polite smile and Dusty smiled.

“Yeah, sort of. I was trying to make an appointment with my gyno and the website was being a bitch.”

“Shit, Dusty – TMI. There are some things as your father I really don’t want to know,” Renegade said jostling her and letting her go.

“I’m twenty-two, nottwelve,” she said rolling her eyes as she walked past us to the bar to get another drink.

“You always look five to me!” he called after her.

“Myactualdaughter,” he said to Rarity, and he gave me a look.

“I gathered,” she said laughing.

“We doin’ this?” Skull called out and he threw some punches at the air with some damn fine form.

“What’re we doing?” Renegade asked.

“Sock ‘em, competing for a kiss from Striker’s fair lady,” Shadow filled him in.

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