“I can guarantee his next Orion King novel is going to be worth reading,” I say.
"Oh?" Calvin asks.
I nod enthusiastically. “It’s amazing. The best yet.”
Calvin chuckles. "Well, it's good to see you're whipping Hamish into shape."
“Out of the bedroom,” Hamish says. “I’m the only one doing the whippinginthe bedroom.”
Not that he has whipped me. Other than some light spanking, we haven't dabbled in much impact play. He's been all about the sensory play, and I'm more than good with that.
“Here’s our boy,” Gabe says, and all eyes turn to Blake as he walks back to us.
He's stripped down to a pair of wet-looking black chaps that stop mid-thigh. They have huge cut-outs over his hips and crotch and, I guess, his arse. Beneath, he's wearing a silver satin G-string. I have to admit he looks pretty damn hot.
"We're going to go and play," Calvin says.
“With ropes,” Gabe adds.
They each take one of Blake's hands and lead him into the left-hand room, which is the most relaxed of the playrooms. I guess it's probably the best place for doing a shibari demonstration.
“Speaking of playing…shall we?” Hamish asks.
A thrill runs through me. “Yes, please, Sir.”
He stands and tugs me up, using the leash. I stand obediently and go where he leads me—into the middle playroom. It's as dark as I remember. There are couples already playing. As this isn't a room where idle chatter is encouraged, it's quiet except for moans and gasps of pleasure. There's some impact play going on, so the smacks of leather paddles on soft skin ring out clearly. Hamish takes me over to the whipping pole.
“Wait here.” He kisses me tenderly before going to select some toys for us to play with.
It doesn't take him long to come back to me, carrying a blindfold, a selection of feathers, and a mean pair of nipple clamps connected by a slender chain. He puts everything down on a nearby table except the nipple clamps. He holds them in front of me so I can see them. They're black and shaped like clover leaves, with small rubber grips. He opens one and pinches it onto the fleshiest part of my arm. It stings a little as I get used to its tight grip.
“They tighten when the chain is tugged,” Hamish says before doing exactly that.
I suck in a breath.
"There are gentler clamps if you'd prefer?"
“No. These are great.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I want to feel the way they bite my nipples.
"If it's too much, remember to use your safewords."
“I will, Sir.”
“I’m going to take your glasses off now.”
“Okay.” He goes out of focus as he removes my glasses. I can see the perimeter of the room just fine, but he and everything close to me is a blur that makes my stomach flip a little. He puts the blindfold on me, turning my world dark. The sickening sensation subsides as the muscles in my eyes relax. Darkness is preferable to fuzziness. He puts his hands on my shoulders and positions me so my back is against the cushion.
“Raise your arms.”
I do so, smiling as he secures soft leather cuffs around each of my wrists.
“Are you okay?”
“Green, Sir.”
