“She’s ready.” Lex’s eyes were dark with promise. “Are you staying here or going, brother?”
“It alright if I stay and watch?” Majesty asked me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, yes.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Lex
The look in Cami’s eyes when she said yes, when she begged us both, made something primal wake up inside me. She was flying high on subspace and arousal, her pupils blown wide, her skin flushed and sensitive.
“Are you staying or going, brother?” I asked Majesty, though I already knew his answer. The way he was looking at her, hunger barely contained, told me everything.
“Is it alright if I stay and watch?” Majesty asked her directly, giving her the choice.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, yes.”
“Then stay,” I told him.
“For sure.” Majesty settled deeper into the couch his eyes never leaving Cami as I scooped her into my arms and carried her back to the table.
I moved to the table controls and adjusted it, converting the flat surface to an angled position that would give me perfect access to every part of her. The chains hanging from the ceiling were already in place. I just needed to attach extensions.
“Cami,” I said, my voice taking on that edge of command. “You’re going to take everything I give you. And you’re not going to come until I say. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was already breathless.
I secured her wrists first, binding them to the table’s edge with leather cuffs that would hold her firmly but not cut off circulation. Then I lifted her legs, spreading them wide and up, attaching the ankle cuffs to the chains that dangled from above. When I locked everything into place, she was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, unable to move her legs at all.
“Test your restraints,” I instructed.
She pulled against them, and I watched her realize she couldn’t move. Couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t protect herself or hide. She was at my complete mercy.
“Color?” I asked.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I stepped back to look at her properly. Spread open, restrained, waiting. “Now stay there while I prepare.”
I moved to the cabinet and stripped off my shirt and jeans, keeping only my boxer briefs. Then I gathered my supplies. Nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. A black leather collar. The candle lit and set on the table, allowing the wax to pool properly. Massage oil.
When I turned back to her, I saw fear and anticipation warring in her eyes.
“Remember your safe words,” I reminded her. “Red stops everything. Yellow slows down. Green continues. Say them for me.”
“Red, yellow, green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I approached with the collar first, buckling it around her throat. Not tight enough to restrict breathing, but snug enough that she’d feel it constantly. A reminder of who she belonged to right now.
Then I took the nipple clamps, adjusting them to the right tension before applying them to her already hardened nipples. She hissed at the bite of pain.
“Breathe through it,” I commanded. “Let your body adjust.”
I attached the chain from the clamps to a small ring on the front of the collar, creating a connection between them. Any movement of her head would pull on the clamps. Any pull on the clamps would tug at the collar.
“Oh god,” she whimpered.
“You look perfect like this.” I poured oil onto my hands and began spreading it across her skin. Her stomach, her thighs, avoiding her breasts and pussy for now. “Bound and waiting for me. Knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
