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I nod quickly. He’s never taken me down there before. Sure, we’ve experimented with some restraint and light spanking—this is primarily a BDSM club, after all. But most of our meetings have been about fantasy. Like the stranger in the closet role play we’d done last time. Or the teacher/student set up he’d organized for me a few weeks before that.
Yes, Grant is always in charge. Always fully Dominant over me. Regardless of the particular fantasy, he’s always helping me to explore my submissive side.
But we’ve never crossed the line into the heavier BDSM stuff. The chains and the paddles and the rough stone walls of the dungeons downstairs.
That’s going to change tonight. Ithasto.
Grant studies me for a moment while my heart pounds.Say yes. Please say yes.
“I’m all for taking things in that direction,” he finally says, and I feel a jolt of triumph. “But?—”
I want to cry.No buts! Not tonight, please.
“I think maybe we should build up to the dungeon,” he goes on. “We could start in one of the private rooms, try a few toys, see if you’d like to be restrained. We can explore on your own timeline.”
That sounds so tame I want to scream. I don’t want to explore. My timeline is right fucking now. The last thing I need tonight is careful and restrained.
“I really want to try the dungeon,” I say, reaching across the table to touch his hand. “I’ve been fantasizing about it for weeks.”
His eyebrows pop up. “You didn’t mention that.”
I shrug. “I felt shy. But I had a dream about it and I can’t get it out of my head.” It’s not a complete lie—I had dreamed about him taking me down there, but it’s not like I’ve been dying to try it out. Not until tonight, at least.
I let my fingers wrap around his wrist. “I want to try. I know I can trust you to stop if I’m not into it.”
His eyes go soft and I feel a little bit guilty. I’m manipulating him right now. Saying the things I know he wants to hear so I can get what I want. He told me once his favorite thing about being with subs at the club was the trust they put in him. The kinky stuff was great, but having a sub trust him enough to give herself up to him fully was what really did it for him.
But I don’t let myself feel too bad. I need this, needhim, tonight. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he says no.
“Okay,” he says, his soft voice like velvet. “God knows I’d love to see you chained up on a St. Andrew’s cross.”
A whole-body shiver runs through me, and his smile grows. “You promise you’ll tell me the second it feels like too much?”
It won’t feel like too much. I’m more worried that it won’t be enough.
“I’ll use my safe word,” I tell him, knowing it’s what he needs to hear.
“Good girl.”
He motions with his hand for one of the club hosts, murmuring something in the man’s ear when he joins us at the table.
“There’s a dungeon open,” the host says. “Is there anything you’d like me to prepare, specifically?”
Grant’s eyes are hungry as they land on my face. “No. I think we’ll have a fantastic time exploring all the amenities ourselves.”
The dungeon islike no room I’ve seen in the club. I’d peeked in once, when Jane gave me a tour my first night here, but I’d been too overwhelmed by everything to really take it in. After all, we’d just walked by a room where a woman was being fucked by some kind of machine. While a crowd of people watched.
I try to take it in now. Rough stone walls and dim sconces set the scene. There are some flickering candles on a few of the surfaces and shadows in every corner. An entire wall is taken up with a massive stone fireplace, while two roughly hewn wooden cabinets fill another. There are a few pieces of equipment, but I get distracted by the chains hanging from the walls before I can identify them. Everything in the space looks dim and harsh and a little frightening.
“Too cold?” Grant asks, and I realize I’m trembling, with fear or excitement, I’m not sure.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
“I’ll light a fire,” he says, winking. “Adds to the ambience.”
I don’t really think the place needs more ambience, but I don’t argue. Especially not when the man rolls up his shirt sleeves and starts arranging the wood in the stone hearth. God, he’s so fucking sexy.
This is exactly what I needed tonight.
