Tremors ran through her body, causing her nipples to throb in their metal clamps. Frightened yet turned on, she nodded.
He leaned closer. “Did you want to participate? Did you want to be watched?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her skin burning.
“But you said you wished I’d been with you. Is that true? Do you want everyone to see what I do to you?”
She could barely breathe. If she said yes, it would mean pushing herself further than she’d ever thought possible. And yet, she hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it, about having Mark do wicked things to her while people watched.
He closed in on her, backed her against the dark wall. His eyes on hers, he took her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his hands. Then he placed his palm on her chest and, using his thumb, gently toyed with the lock at her throat.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as everything in her shut down under his touch. A river of desire flooded her, turning her limbs to liquid.
“I hate the thought of another man touching you—hell, even looking at you. Ever since you told me you went to that party, all I’ve been able to think about is making you mine. I know you can’t stop thinking about what you saw there, but I want you to experience it with me. Only me.”
She thought he’d already pushed her as far as she could go, but she’d been wrong. Each time he dug out one of her desires, a new one seemed to pop up. And now… all she wanted was to fulfill the fantasy she’d been ignoring ever since that night at the fetish party.
“Are you mine tonight, Ruby? Truly?”
His gaze held hers until finally she nodded.
Something flashed in his eyes. Relief? But then it was gone, and he released her arms to take her hands in his. “Now, you truly belong to me. No one will even talk to you tonight unless they ask my permission first. So I need you to follow the rules.”
“Yes, Mark.” How easily she fell into her role.
“I’m going to take off your dress now. I want everyone to see how beautiful my woman is.” He untied her dress and slid it down her shoulders, her arms, until he held it in his hands. “And now, give me your panties and your shoes.”
She had no desire to hesitate. Electric energy coursed through her; anticipation ruled her. She wanted this, wanted it with him.
After she’d removed the rest of her clothing, a woman in a leather skirt and underbust corset appeared, and Mark handed her the dress before she scurried away, taking Ruby’s clothing with her.
Ruby stood then, naked except for her nipple clamps, for anyone to see. Her blood ran hot through her veins, and her nipples were hard peaks in the metal, her pussy moist. She realized she liked this, liked being his pet to show off.
“Hands behind your back.”
She clasped her hands at the base of her spine, causing her chest to jut forward; the chain swinging between the valley of her breasts.
“Good girl.” With a possessive hand on the back of her neck, he moved her along.
There was a floor-to-ceiling chain-link fence around the center of the room, and they stopped at a gate. A short, stocky man dressed in leather pants came forward, nodded at Mark, and let them inside.
She followed Mark to a table where an array of leather gear was displayed. Just looking at the floggers and whips and paddles released something in her, something that made her nipples swell within the clamps and then turned that sting into lust.
Mark nodded toward a large X-shaped wooden cross, similar to the one she’d seen at the fetish party. “That’s a Saint Andrew’s cross. I want you to go over there, stand facing the cross, and wait for me.”
Nodding, she went to that part of the room. This close, the cross seemed huge, overbearing. But the endorphins had been released, and she felt juice from her pussy on the inside of her thighs.
They were the only ones in the chained-off area, but she felt eyes on her. Knowing she was being watched only turned her on more. When Mark came to her holding four sets of leather cuffs, she shook her hair back off her face as if she was proud.
Maybe she was. Maybe, just tonight, she could be proud that he’d chosen her. She felt young, beautiful, as he spread her feet wide and encircled both her ankles with the thick leather cuffs. He secured the cuffs to the O-rings bolted on the cross near her feet, then did the same with each of her arms. Soon she was spread wide, revealed, for all the world to see. Once again, open.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mark grinning at her. “You’ll do. Now look forward.”
She did, and it was then that she felt the leather on her back. The strands of a soft leather flogger, dragging over her back, soothing her. The tautness in her shoulders started to subside, and she hung her head as he continued to caress her, draining any remnant of nervousness out of her body.