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Author: Eliza Gayle
God. What did it mean?
"Not using the cross tonight?" Gabe asked.
"No. I'm in the mood to do something different with her."
That word again. Different. It struck as much anticipation in her as it did fear. What in the world did he want to do?
"Bonnie?"
She lifted her eyes at Gabe's implied question and met his gaze. The vibrant blue kind of unnerved her. She grabbed Dex's bicep and squeezed before realizing it.
"Easy sub," Dex said. "Gabe is your friend. He just wants to make sure you're okay."
"Fine. I'm fine." What more could she say? Yes, I'm naked and being led to God knows where and I'm scared out of my mind because I have a collar around my neck, but if you stop this, I will cry. That probably wouldn't go over very well with either man.
"Check in with me when you're done," Gabe said.
Bonnie swallowed. She nodded even though she wasn't sure which one of them Gabe had referred to. It was too hard to think. Dex's hand held her tight, burning her skin alive. Moisture had already formed between her legs and everything throbbed for more. Her nipples were hard as stone and ached to be touched. Her legs were beginning to feel like rubber the longer she stood. And her head swam with wild ideas for what might come next.
The scene had already begun.
Chapter Three
Dex on the other hand, looked pissed. His hand holding her tightened and the other one balled into a fist. She appreciated Gabe had her best interests at heart, but Bonnie's head was already with Dex when her boss interrupted. She imagined Dex did not appreciate the interference.
He led her through the darkened hallway and into the last room on the right, closing the door behind him. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The frenetic music of the dungeon had disappeared and been replaced by a barely there sound of soft music that reminded her of the pleasure he always gave her. Dozens of candles on various surfaces all around the room lit the space. In any other place, they might have seemed romantic, but not here. He'd brought her to the medical themed room where an examination table stood like a sentinel in the center, stirrups and all.
"Why are we here?" she asked. The jitters in her stomach has picked up their pace. He was changing the scene and she didn't understand why.
"Because this is where I want you. We're way past time for a change. And I don't expect an argument."
"But I like the cross."
For the first time tonight a semi-smile ghosted across his face, softening his features a tiny bit. "I know you do, little one, and that's exactly why we’re here. You've been controlling our scenes for way to long. Tonight it's happening one hundred percent my way."
Her brows pulled together in confusion. She didn't control anything. Hadn't he made that perfectly clear when he'd visited her station earlier?
"Don't look so worried. I know you trust me. So don't get all jack-rabbitty now. You have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." She didn't want to use it though. Not if it meant she had to go home unsatisfied. She needed this so damned bad. The need threatened to claw through her gut any moment now.
"Good. Now up on the table, flat on your back. I want you to grab your knees and spread your thighs as wide as you comfortably can."
She stared at him for only a moment as she visualized the position that would put her in.
"That's right. This is nothing like standing on the cross and it isn't supposed to be. So stop looking at me like that and do as you’re told."
Bonnie walked slowly toward the table as instructed, thinking about how exposed and vulnerable she was about to be. She climbed up and got into position. Finally grabbing onto her knees and pulling them apart.
"That's a good girl. Now hook your arms underneath your knees and pull them back while keeping those legs spread."
She followed his instructions exactly and gasped when her pussy spread further and the cool air of the room hit her
"Not using the cross tonight?" Gabe asked.
"No. I'm in the mood to do something different with her."
That word again. Different. It struck as much anticipation in her as it did fear. What in the world did he want to do?
"Bonnie?"
She lifted her eyes at Gabe's implied question and met his gaze. The vibrant blue kind of unnerved her. She grabbed Dex's bicep and squeezed before realizing it.
"Easy sub," Dex said. "Gabe is your friend. He just wants to make sure you're okay."
"Fine. I'm fine." What more could she say? Yes, I'm naked and being led to God knows where and I'm scared out of my mind because I have a collar around my neck, but if you stop this, I will cry. That probably wouldn't go over very well with either man.
"Check in with me when you're done," Gabe said.
Bonnie swallowed. She nodded even though she wasn't sure which one of them Gabe had referred to. It was too hard to think. Dex's hand held her tight, burning her skin alive. Moisture had already formed between her legs and everything throbbed for more. Her nipples were hard as stone and ached to be touched. Her legs were beginning to feel like rubber the longer she stood. And her head swam with wild ideas for what might come next.
The scene had already begun.
Chapter Three
Dex on the other hand, looked pissed. His hand holding her tightened and the other one balled into a fist. She appreciated Gabe had her best interests at heart, but Bonnie's head was already with Dex when her boss interrupted. She imagined Dex did not appreciate the interference.
He led her through the darkened hallway and into the last room on the right, closing the door behind him. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The frenetic music of the dungeon had disappeared and been replaced by a barely there sound of soft music that reminded her of the pleasure he always gave her. Dozens of candles on various surfaces all around the room lit the space. In any other place, they might have seemed romantic, but not here. He'd brought her to the medical themed room where an examination table stood like a sentinel in the center, stirrups and all.
"Why are we here?" she asked. The jitters in her stomach has picked up their pace. He was changing the scene and she didn't understand why.
"Because this is where I want you. We're way past time for a change. And I don't expect an argument."
"But I like the cross."
For the first time tonight a semi-smile ghosted across his face, softening his features a tiny bit. "I know you do, little one, and that's exactly why we’re here. You've been controlling our scenes for way to long. Tonight it's happening one hundred percent my way."
Her brows pulled together in confusion. She didn't control anything. Hadn't he made that perfectly clear when he'd visited her station earlier?
"Don't look so worried. I know you trust me. So don't get all jack-rabbitty now. You have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." She didn't want to use it though. Not if it meant she had to go home unsatisfied. She needed this so damned bad. The need threatened to claw through her gut any moment now.
"Good. Now up on the table, flat on your back. I want you to grab your knees and spread your thighs as wide as you comfortably can."
She stared at him for only a moment as she visualized the position that would put her in.
"That's right. This is nothing like standing on the cross and it isn't supposed to be. So stop looking at me like that and do as you’re told."
Bonnie walked slowly toward the table as instructed, thinking about how exposed and vulnerable she was about to be. She climbed up and got into position. Finally grabbing onto her knees and pulling them apart.
"That's a good girl. Now hook your arms underneath your knees and pull them back while keeping those legs spread."
She followed his instructions exactly and gasped when her pussy spread further and the cool air of the room hit her
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