Jayce swipes his black card again and opens it, then steps aside, letting me go in first.
The room is larger than I expected with lighting that is warm and low, recessed so there are no harsh angles, only soft shadows. The furniture is minimal, but every piece appears multi-functional. A bed with black sheets against the far wall with stocks in the footboard. A black armchair sits in one corner and a matching curved sectional lounger in another. At first glance, they appear like regular furniture, but as I study them more closely, I can see that each has different, removable pieces and places for attachments to be added, and I can only imagine the various positions and poses that could be accomplished with them.
That’s not what has my stomach twisting with anxiety and anticipation. It’s everything else in the room.
The equipment.
Leather cuffs hang from hooks on the wall along with a variety of neatly coiled chains and ropes. Since Jayce and I started our bondage adventures, I’ve been doing a little research, so I recognize the spreader bar resting on a shelf near the bed.
This is different from his playroom at home. That one is set up so that the true purpose of the room is a secret with the hidden panel and normal furniture.
This room has everything out in the open. It’s not hiding anything.
Jayce turns to face me.
His expression is serious, but kind and patient.
“You asked about the club.” He raises his arms and looks around. “This is what it is, and this is who I am in it.” I hold his gaze, my breathing steady even though my nerves are lit up. He continues, voice calm. “I haven’t been back since the night in Silicon Valley. If you don’t want this, we’ll walk out right now. No questions. No pressure.”
The weight of the choice settles between us, but I already know my answer.
I lift my chin, meeting his eyes head-on.
“Show me,” I state, my voice steady. “Show me all you’ve got.”
There’s no hesitation. I want him. I need him, and I’m not walking away from him.
The shift in him is immediate. His body seems to tighten and his gaze grows hungry, but focused. He crosses the room and reaches for the spreader bar and the cuffs then turns back to me and holds my gaze.
“Safe word, Starling?” he asks, his voice a rumble.
“Pirouette,” I whisper.
He nods once, then moves closer.
“Remember, you can change your mind at any time.” His voice is gentler. “Playing in these kinds of places canbe overwhelming for first-timers, so know you can withdraw consent at any point. Okay?”
“Okay.” I have no intention of doing so, but it is rather reassuring to know I have that sort of control in this situation. Then again, I always do when it comes to Jayce. Somehow I am able to surrender all control without truly ever giving it up.
“Strip,” he orders.
He’s using that dominant tone that makes me instantly wet. I do as I’m told, reaching up behind me to unzip my dress. I let it fall and pool around my feet, then shimmy out of my black lace panties and step out of my stilettos. I didn’t bother wearing a bra. Jayce drags his eyes over my body, making me flush. He doesn’t move to undress, even leaving his suit coat on, making my nakedness feel more significant. More vulnerable.
I’m completely at his mercy and the realization has my pussy quivering with need.
Jayce gazes at me for several moments, dragging his eyes over every inch of my body. The dark desire in his eyes is undeniable and as he stares at me, he reaches down and adjusts his cock through his pants. Finally, he moves.
Prowling closer to me, he murmurs, “Give me your hands.”
Biting my bottom lip, I raise my arms in front of me and hold my hands out to him. He secures the cuffs, then tugs me toward the bed.
“Lay down. On your back.”
I do, scooting up onto the mattress before lying flat on my back. He grabs the spreader bar and secures my ankles in the padded, black leather cuffs. Tight enough that I can’t get away, but not so tight that they hurt. He extends the bar, spreading my legs open wide, and when the bar clicks into place, I gasp.
I exhale sharply, the weight of the restraint flooding my system in a rush of adrenaline and awareness. Every inch of mefeels alive. More sensitive. My heartbeat, my breath. The room seems to narrow until there’s only him.
Jayce traces his hands up my legs, his thumb brushing my skin and making me shiver.
