“Maybe we can take a few pictures for the commemorative book,” she teased.
“You might want to ask the PR firm that you referred to.”
He was smiling, and that helped her pulse return to a more normal rate.
“I acquired this chair from a defunct club in Dallas.The Dungeon Master was the only one allowed to sit in it.”
“Dungeon Master?Seriously?He was actually called that?”
“Most of us in the lifestyle are very serious about our BDSM,” he assured her.“That doesn’t mean there aren’t lighthearted, enjoyable exchanges, but safety is the number one concern.”
Sofia took a step toward the chair, then stopped.“It’s imposing.”
“It’s meant to be.”
“Do you sit in it?Or is it just for show?”
“Nothing here is just for show,” he replied.
For a moment, she imagined him in it, hands curved around the ornate arms.She realized the chair wasn’t just tall at the back, the seat was a bit higher than normal, and it was significantly wider than a normal chair.Even if other people were nearby, its occupant would be slightly above everyone else.“So…”
“Go on.I promise I won’t be offended.”
“What do you do in the chair, if it’s not for show?”
“Often I contemplate a submissive.Maybe as she strips, or kneels and waits for a command, perhaps dances.”
“A woman really does that for you?”
“Yes.”
“Kneels naked and waits?”
“With grace and patience.”He nodded toward a circle on the floor.“There.”
She sucked in a breath.Though she tried to banish the image, she pictured herself doing exactly that.
“Or I can enjoy the sight of her on the table.”
“You just sit there and watch?”she asked, incredulous, wondering what it would be like.
“I find there’s something exquisitely sexy about the sight of a woman’s nude body—my submissive’s nude body—as she’s strapped down waiting for my attention, my touch.”
His voice had strokes of sensuality that painted a vivid, breathtaking picture.
“Across the room, I can watch her every movement, see her ribcage rise and fall as she breathes.I can tell whether or not her nipples are hard.If her feet are in stirrups, I know if she’s wet with anticipation.”
My God.
“As I mentioned, it’s not just kinky sex.It’s more complex than that.For me, transcendence matters.Can a sub quiet her mind enough to remain still?To be fully present in the moment?I want my sub to focus on pleasing me.”
She couldn’t believe she was here, listening, and yet she couldn’t make herself move.
“If I’ve blindfolded her, can she keep her head from moving even if she hears a movement off to her left side as I approach the wall?”
Unable to stop herself, she looked.At the paddles.Some had round heads, a few were oblong.Most were crafted from wood, others from leather.
The rich timbre of his voice drew her back.
