My eyes narrow. “Tastes?”
“Nothing too extreme,” he says, “but they aren’t for everyone, and I don’t want to scare you off.”
My eyes widen. “Scare me off?”
“I’ll show you my room,” he says quickly, “and you can decide before I see you next if it’s something you can handle. We’ve got more road games this week, so you’ll have a few days to think about it.”
My heart drops as I remember he’s going to be gone for a while. He says I’m his now, but I’ve had too many guys disappear on me after sleeping with them, and my abandonment issues flare like hemorrhoids.
“Does that work?” Ash asks when I don’t say anything, and I force myself to nod.
Ash turns on the light in his bedroom and tugs me inside. At first glance, nothing looks out of the ordinary. I was expecting the red room of pain or something, but this looks like a regular bedroom with a large king bed against one wall, a trunk at the foot of it, and an armchair near a small side table. There’s a dresser between two doors on the wall opposite the bed. I assume one door goes to a closet and the other to a bathroom.
Ash leads me to the bed, and I raise a brow at him.
“Absolutely terrifying,” I deadpan as I survey it. “That duvet is clearlydry clean only.”
I yelp as he slaps my ass for the remark. Then he goes to the foot of the bed, bends, and reaches under it to pull something out that he tosses onto the covers.
I stare at the black strap that snakes across the top of the bed before it ends in…a buckle cuff.
Holy shit. Itisthe red room of pain.
I glance at the walls. The light blue room of pain.
Ash goes around to the other corners and pulls three more straps out of hiding to toss them on the bed before he comes back to stand behind me. His hands land gently on my shoulders, and something akin to excitement twined with alarm skirts up my spine.
“What do you think?” he asks.
I stare at the cuffs and imagine myself strapped spread-eagle to Ash’s bed while he fucks me. The thought turns me on more than I care to admit, but then something occurs to me.
“Who are those for?” I ask. I shouldn’t assume anything. Maybe he’s the one who likes to be tied down.
Ash chuckles. “That depends how you look at it, but technically they’re for you,” he says softly. He leans in so his breath ghosts over my ear. “How do you feel about being strapped to my bed while I do dirty, unspeakable things to you, Gray?”
I feel the husky purr of his voice between my legs as I swallow audibly.
“What kinds of dirty, unspeakable things?” I ask.
Ash let’s go of my shoulders and kneels down next to the bed. He pulls a large case out from under it, hefts it onto the bed, and opens it.
I step forward to look inside. There are several lengths of rope, a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop, a leather flogger, a feather tickler, a blindfold, and a ball gag in the case.
I turn to Ash. He watches me carefully, but when I don’t react, he bends down and pulls another smaller case out from under the bed and opens it. I peer into that one to see an assortment of dildos, vibrators,anal plugs, and what I take to be nipple clamps.
Sweet Jesus. The man has more toys than I do.
“That is quite a collection,” I say. My mouth has gone a bit dry, but not from fear or revulsion. On the contrary. My mouth may be dry, but other parts of me are very, very wet.
“And what do you think of my collection?” he asks. “If I strapped you to my bed, would you let me use some of these things on you?”
I swallow again. “You’d want to hurt me?”
“No, not at all,” he says forcefully. “I’m a pleasure dom. I use these things to control your pleasure.”
I blink at him. “There are different kinds of doms?”
He smiles. “Yeah, several kinds. Doms that punish or use pain are what everyone thinks of first, but that’s only one kind of BDSM. I’d use the things in these cases to tease you and test your body.”
