Page 56 of Echoes of a Muted Song

Now I knew why he’d asked me to save my voice. I knew what it did to him when I growled in his ear, especially when he was all wound up and on the edge of losing control completely.

Stroking his hair, I focused on all the things I’d learned in Palm Springs and every hotel room sense then, so I could give him exactly what he needed from me. Nodding, I took a deep breathe, let out slowly, rubbed his shoulders, then kissed him, my hand sliding down his arm until I could cup his ass and give a little squeeze. Grinning was a much better look on him then hesitation.

“Let’s play,” I whispered before stepping away from him, grateful that our guards and escorts had given us the space to have the moment we needed before we headed in.

When our escorts led us through the second set of doors, I was grateful that they didn’t lead directly into the dungeon, but rather, a wide entryway with a big, bright shop on one side and changing rooms on the other.

“I need to change,” Johnny said, lifting his backpack a little.

It was the first time I noticed that it wasn’t the small black and purple one he typically carried, but a slightly larger one, withGhostfaceon the back of it.

Now I did pull my device out so I could give him shit, cause damn.

“Could have given some kind of apparel warning.” I typed.

Giggling, Johnny pointed to my pants. “I did, I said wear leather.”

“Uh-huh,” I typed before jerking my head in the direction of the changing room.

He blew me a kiss as he hurried away, while I took the opportunity to duck in to the shop to see what I could find, since every toy and implement I owned was back at the house in Maine. Fortunately for me, the place was fully stocked with a wide array of things I knew Johnny would enjoy, as well as a backpack to hold them and any others I picked up from here on out. It had been a long time since I’d even thought about a portable toy bag, but in here, my mind ran wild. I was just headed for the register when I spotted something that made my soul sing and I snatched it up, excited to see Johnny in it and the mesh top I’d spotted not long after stepping in.

He was waiting for me outside the shop when I paid, in black boy shorts with zippers all over the front and rear, only a little peek-a-boo zip on his thigh open a fraction, showing off the mesh covered flesh beneath it. As I’d expected, he was bare chested, since the majority of his crop tops had the band logo on the front or back.

The look on his face, when I held the purple and black mesh crop top left me thrilled, and half hard when he squealed and pulled it on.

God damn he looked hot.

Smoldering.

Sinful.

And all fuckin’ mine.

The soft looking leather ankle boots he wore looked comfortable, and I was glad that he’d opted not to go barefoot. It would make removing them more fun once I got him where I wanted him and got to play with all the things hidden away in my new bag.

He didn’t ask if I was ready, he just snuggled beneath my arm when I draped it over him. Our escorts had moved on to whatever else they did when they weren’t accompanying people in, but we no longer needed guidance to know which way to head. There was only one other door in the lobby, so we headed into a huge, open play space that left plenty of room between apparatuses and wow, were there plenty.

I didn’t want him in a cage or a curling chair, none of those held any appeal for me and we hadn’t talked about this enough for me to know if he had any interest in them. I knew what he did like though, and kept checking his face to see what his gaze did gravitate too. When he paused, deep into the warehouse space, eyes darting between a spanking bench and abondage board, I knew I had my answer and led him that way.

“Choose,” I growled in his ear, loving the way his shivered, sighed and seemed to melt against me.

He headed for the bondage board, shooting a heated look at me as he knelt behind it and gracefully leaned forward, putting himself in a comfortable position while waiting for me to buckle him in.

I caught Sully’s eye and he nodded, taking up a position to the left while Christine took the one on the right, backs turned to Johnny so they could keep an eye on the rest of the room. Now we were good, and I was damned ready to have fun with my boyfriend, who was trusting me to give him everything he needed tonight.

With him in that position, I knew the best place to start.

The backs of his thighs were super sensitive, touching them always made him squirm. I didn’t want him squirmy, I wanted him shivering and moaning for me. Chuckling, I knelt behind him and touched his left boot to feel that it was every bit as soft as it looked. A soft giggle and a sigh escaped him when I touched his ankle to reposition it and secure it to the cuff on the apparatus. A second sigh following when I caressed his backside before moving to the other ankle.

There were cuffs just above the knees,around the lower thigh, which I buckled only after carefully making sure they weren’t too tight or pinching his skin. I didn’t linger though, not even to give into the temptation to dance my fingertips over his skin. I’d deliberately left his wrists for last so I could slide my fingers through his hair and tug it just enough to raise his head so I could lean down and kiss him.

“Do you have a safe word?” I murmured as we drew away.

“Infinity.”

“Good, that’s good,” I said, glad this place didn’t have music pounding from the speakers like some of the places I’d been.

Hell, we’d been in a few like that together, but never like this.

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