He puts me down, and I look, gasping in surprise.
“What is this?” I gaze around a small room that’s bathed in red.
I make a slow circle, not understanding half of what I’m seeing. There's a swing-looking contraption in the corner, suspended from the ceiling. A cross made of wood. A square table with padded restraints hanging from the sides. The things I do recognize have my pussy lighting up with a thrill. Whips, chains, blindfolds, and other tools. And a large bed right in the middle.
I whirl back to face Synn. “What is this?”
He grins like a cheshire cat. “I’m going to destroy you in all the best ways, Baby Girl. You will submit to me and do everything I command you to. You will have a safe word—red. If you need me to stop, use it.”
“Um....” I start to say, but I can’t deny the arousal making me soaking wet, and my nipples are so hard they hurt. “What do I do?”
“Strip. Take everything off. I need you naked. Then, get on your knees.”
Oh man. Shit. I don’t know about this. Being on my knees feels too vulnerable.
“Synn, not my knees, please,” I say.
Synn curses, an apology on his lips. He lifts me up again, and places me gently in the center of the bed in the middle of theroom. He helps me off with my clothes, pausing when he sees the branded area. His jaw ticks, but he doesn’t comment. He heard it all in the car with Ghost.
Fisting his hand in my hair, Synn brings my lips to his. I gasp into his mouth, literal fireworks exploding behind my eyes. This connection—God. I've never felt anything like it.
His eyes turn almost black with desire, and he makes a sexy growl. Deepening the kiss, he possesses every corner of my mouth, devouring me like a man starved.
I paw at his clothing, needing it off—right now. He sits up, tossing his shirt to the side, then shoves down his pants, his massive cock springing out.
I swallow hard. Damn... that thing really is enormous. Even though I’ve felt it intimately, seeing it like this, in this red light… it seems almost otherworldly.
I startle when I realize this isn’t triggering me at all. The expectation of being submissive would have set me off before. What Synn did to me; ass-raping me, must not be scary anymore. I realize I trust him.
I blow out a breath in relief.
Synn pushes me back onto the mattress, lowering his huge body over mine. Anticipation is making my heart thrum faster.
His hair falls into his eyes when he leans in to capture my lips again. I moan into him, his tongue lighting me up all over.
He kisses me one more time, than commands, “Get up. Go to the table and lie down.”
I’m shaking in anticipation. I do as he says, lying down on the padded table. Synn buckles me in, hands and feet.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“Yeah.”
Synn slaps me on my breast. “You will call me King, understand?”
Fuck. Yes.
“Yes, my King.”
“Good girl. I'm going to blindfold you now.”
Synn walks over to the corner, lifting a pretty, fur-lined, black blindfold and carrying it back. I lift my head, and he slips it over, covering my eyes.
“Still good?” Synn checks in again.
“Yes, my King.” I’m so turned on my entire lower half is throbbing.
I feel his lips brush across my throat, then move lower to my chest. Feather-light kisses are rained down over my middle, then to my pussy.
