Linc rolled off the bed and pulled skin pants on. He tossed her a silky aqua shift, and she slid it over her head.
“I should probably put something under this,” she said, pulling on the hem of the short shift.
“No, you’ll be fine. There’s a private landing and stairway. No servants are allowed.”
She nodded and followed him.
When they reached the entrance to the room, she stopped in the doorway. There was a large cabinet full of implements, several benches with straps for restraining female submissives, collars, leashes, phallic gags, plugs with tails. And a cage! It was exactly like the pleasure spa.
Close to a pair of double doors leading to a terrace overlooking the grounds, there was a mattress on a low frame. A foam wedge with a silk-quilted cover over it rested on the floor next to the mattress.
When she stepped inside, she realized there were several other doors. One was slightly ajar, and she heard voices.
“Someone’s here,” she said, spinning so she could dash away.
“Hello, Miss.”
She froze and looked over her shoulder, shocked to find Melsint from the pet cages standing in the playroom. Giss turned back. “Mels, what are you doing here?”
She smiled. “This is where I live.”
“You—are you Lord Calex’s pet?”
“No, I’m Commander Calex’s pet and his wife. I used to be his brother Lord Calex’s pet too at first. Until I got married. And my not being his pet was for the best. He was in love with our beautiful princess. You’ll have seen her today. She said the wedding was perfect. Did you have a lovely time?”
“I did,” Giss said.
“And you, sir?”
“Of course,” he said.
“Well, did you need any help trying the equipment? I can show you, Miss, where to put your arms and legs, so he can strap you to one.”
A flush burned Giss’s cheeks. “I—we really just wanted to look.”
“Why would you only look? On such a special night, having a bit of play first…” Melsint shivered. “Well, it always makes things lovely and intense, so you wouldn’t want to skip it on a wedding night.” She waved her hand for Gissandre to come into the room. “This one is the most comfortable. See how padded?” She ran a hand over the shiny cushioned surfaces, as if she were selling it.
“I don’t know.”
“And it moves, so he can position you for punishment and then for whatever type of sex he’d like to have. And being tied down by a strong, handsome master, feeling powerless to stop what he does to you…yum.”
Giss’s breath hitched, her nipples tightening to points. “I don’t know that he wants to do all this. He’s been anxious to—have this wedding night.” She glanced at the mattress.
“I can wait a little longer,” Linc said.
Her gaze skidded to a stop on his face, with its hungry expression. He was turned on by Melsint’s description. In all honesty she was too, the delicious telltale ache pulsing in her center, arousal dampening her lower lips.
“I do want to try new things,” Giss said slowly.
“Of course you do. Anyone would,” Mels encouraged.
“Not sure about anyone.”
“Well, leastways, any pet. And there was a reason your cage was such a popular spot for a little look and pet from everyone. You have natural style as a pet. The way you push out your bottom and your breasts and go on your toes. And your lips get pouty whenever your master’s around. Better trained pets who took a year or more to learn those tricks and poses were green with envy.”
“What?” Gissandre said, putting a hand to her chest. “I didn’t do anything at all.”
“Mmm-kay. Still though, I think having your tail paddled for a few minutes would be good. But it’s your choice. I’m just going to sit over here, in case, you might want to ask me something. Anything at all,” she drawled, sitting on a low couch.
