Page 59 of Our Tricks

Cam tucked my arm around his as we walked down a long hall with black silk curtains covering the walls and draped from the ceiling. There was a curtain of shimmering black beads in the low-lit light that Cam pulled aside for me. This brought us to a small lobby area with a woman who was dressed in a shiny latex dress that left nothing to the imagination. Compared to her, I was dressed like a nun.

“Mr. Black, it’s nice to see you again,” she greeted. “This must be your wife you were telling us about. It’s lovely to meet you, and welcome to Wicked and Intimate, a private BDSM play space. Your husband reserved the gray room for you two to enjoy tonight. Everything you should need and have requested is there ready for you to enjoy the evening. You have the room for the night to use as you please. There’s also an attached bathroom with a shower, feel free to use it to clean up at the end of your session.” After her spiel, she handed over a skeleton-type key to Cam and returned to her desk.

I gawked at Cam, but really I shouldn’t be surprised that this was something he’d do. We’d dabbled in this sort of thing when we’d been together. Since then, I hadn’t really trusted anyone to do more than spank or choke me since I knew I could get out of those situations easily. Now here we were at a real club with a playroom that was equipped with all the gadgets.

With a little tug on my arm, I followed him as he walked down a different hall. This one had doors on either side with name plaques on them stating what the theme or purpose of the room was. Then we arrived at the Gray Room, which the key easily unlocked and opened to reveal a room that was, well, gray. Everything from the walls to the leather couch placed inside was gray. Matte black metal finishes were the only accent to the room. What drew my attention was the St. Andrews Cross and the spreader bar that dangled from the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

“Surprise, beautiful. I know you’ve always wanted to experience the real thing. Every time I was in New York, I came here and took lessons on how to be a skilled Dom. That’s why they know me so well. Never have I had any sexual relations with anyone here. I’ve been a sub for a few so I could experience everything I wanted to do with you, but nothing that would be considered sexual,” Cam explained as he slipped the jacket off my shoulders and hung it on the back of the door.

I took a moment to look around the room, running a finger over the wall of toys that were there to play with—floggers, whips, ball gags, restraints of various kinds—and then I paused at a medical tray with three blades laid out. I could tell right away that two of them were dulled while the other was so sharp it gleamed in the light from the room.

Arms wrapped around my waist as Cam buried his face in my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “You told me I couldn’t play like this with the others around,” he murmured.

“You’re right, I did tell you that,” I said, picking up the sharp blade and testing it against my thumb. I hissed as it sliced the skin with barely any effort.

Cam shifted his hold to remove the blade from my hand and pulled my hand up to his mouth. He licked the wound, cleaning the blood that started to roll down the pad of my thumb. “You aren’t supposed to hurt yourself, beautiful. You know it makes me upset to see you hurt.”

“Then what’s your plan for tonight?” I questioned.

He stiffened and stood, turning me to face him as he cupped my jaw. “Dax, please tell me you know that none of this is ever about wanting to hurt or cause you pain you don’t welcome. Beautiful, what I crave is being able to free you from responsibility for a few hours and have you love and trust me enough to put your body, mind, and soul in my hands. To have you surrender.”

“I don’t know if I know how to do that,” I whispered. “Once upon a time, I did with you and only you, but I’m not sure I can anymore.”

Cam searched my face as his hands cradled it so lovingly. “Will you try? If anything, we have some good kinky fun with a few basic toys and enjoy time with each other.”

Seeing the earnestness on his face, I couldn’t deny him, and I didn’t want to. He was right, this was something I’d wanted to try for ages. “If I’m doing this with you, I’ll try because there isn’t another I’d be able to trust with this.”

Cam kissed me, invading my mouth with his tongue as if desperate to feel that deep connection between us. This made me realize he’d been worried I’d tell him no. Now his relief overwhelmed me as he feasted on my willingness to trust him. His hands drifted from my face to my neck then down my shoulders to rest on my biceps. When he lifted his head, he looked down at me with so much love it was daunting, but it also allowed me to know I’d made the right choice.

“I want to go over our rules first. We made them years ago, and I need to know if they still apply,” Cam said, then pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Tell me what’s off-limits, your hard no’s that will not be crossed.”

Taking a second, I thought through the list of things I knew about kinks. “Most of my absolutely nots have to do with body fluids. No piss, no shit, no spit, and I’m not a fan of degradation. It makes me too stabby and angry for me to find any sort of enjoyment in it.” Spotting the cage that was against one wall made me instantly shake my head. “I don’t mind being tied up, but I don’t want to be caged.”

“Okay, those are all easy to comply with since I also don’t enjoy those particular options. Just so we are clear, the sharp knife is to be used on clothing and anything that isn’t your skin. The dull knives will be what I use when we test out doing anything to you physically. As always, use your safe words if something is making you uncomfortable or is too much,” Cam shared.

I nodded, knowing we used the standard terms of red and yellow as our safe words. “What about you? What are your hard no’s?”

“The same as yours, but in addition, I don’t like penis humiliation, getting walked on, or my penis crushed, smashed, or caged. Also, I’m not a fan of being pegged. I’d much rather be the one doing the fucking instead of being fucked,” he informed me.

My brows shot up as some of those things I’d never thought of or considered. “Wow, well, I think we are good on those fronts. None of that sounds like something I’d enjoy doing to you.”

Cam chuckled. “When I said I tried out as much as possible when learning, I wasn’t joking. I wanted to know my limits in every area. It helped me learn that in my life, and when it comes to you, I’m more submissive to authority. That changes when it comes to this environment, though. I crave the need to exert myself and have others listen to what I say. It’s not a need I have all the time, but on occasion, it’s fulfilling to experience.”

I let a hand run down his leather shirt, feeling the ripples of muscles underneath. “I’ve got to say it’s rather hot to see you taking the lead, my snarky go-with-the-flow black knight who always has a trick up his sleeve giving orders to the others. It’s been a fun change, and I also truly love seeing all of you finally figuring your shit out.”

“That’s all because of you, beautiful,” Cam murmured as he kissed my forehead. “Now, I’d very much like to get you out of this dress so I can see what’s under it.”

I lifted my arms and gave him a smirk. “Go right ahead.”

Chapter 22 – Dax

Cam dropped to one knee and wrapped his hands loosely around my ankles as he slid them up my legs. When he reached the bottom of my dress, he slipped his fingers under it and curved around to the back so he could cup my ass. The silky fabric didn’t fight him as he worked it up, revealing my pussy to him. Leaning in, he kissed right above the soft flesh, causing me to hum with delight. Then he stood, gliding the silk off my body and over my head to fall in a heap on the floor. Taking a step back, he just watched me for a moment with fire in his eyes. Twirling a finger, he motioned for me to turn for him, so I did slowly, caressing my own body as I did so.

“Fuck, that looks even more amazing on you than I thought it would,” he praised, reaching down to rub his cock through his pants. “I might not be able to play with you as long as I hoped before needing to bury myself inside you.”

I gave him a sultry smile. “She said we have the room all night, and it’s barely ten o’clock. I think we have plenty of time for you to recover if you want to go more than a few rounds.”