“This should be an entertaining night.”
“Good, I could do with a little fun.”
He kissed her temple and then directed her to the corner to show her the first station. “Fiammetta, keep that smart mouth and those wandering hands under tight rein unless you want to be the one providing the entertainment.” He tugged her along with him, anticipation growing for the night ahead.
She giggled and then came to a sudden halt when she saw where he was leading her. “What in the world is that?” She pointed at the mechanized fucking machine, complete with enormous double dildo attachment. He turned it on and increased the speed to a relatively moderate level and said, “This is for very, very naughty subs—or very well-behaved subs, depending on the situation, the infraction, and the sub, of course. I’d love to see you strapped securely to it, with no way to escape.” He added an evil chuckle and rubbed his hands together as her eyes grew round as saucers.
“I’m gonna be so good you won’t even recognize me.”
“Right. If you’ll listen, I’ll give you a chance to see all the equipment, and even to demonstrate how you would be restrained in them.”
“Nuh-uh! Not in that thing.” She pointed at the machine with its appendages still pumping and grinding.
“You wanted a tour.”
“Sh—oooot. Okay.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bunny stood in the opulent bathroom of Joseph’s private suite. The part of her heart that wasn’t experiencing mild panic at the spectacle she made in the mirror was enjoying the revelry of being in his domain, his private space.
Her mind was awhirl at the contraptions he’d shown her in the dungeon, and she’d thanked him before they’d gone upstairs, telling him it wasn’t nearly as scary as she’d imagined it would be.
He’d caressed her chin, his pewter eyes dark with secrets. “It will be much scarier later when the club is at full capacity and you see them actually in use. Behave or you could experience one of them firsthand.”
She’d clenched her nether regions as she’d glanced back at the doctor’s exam table. “Sir, yes, Sir!”
Afterward, he’d gone with her to collect her overnight bag and her apparel for the evening from her truck, parked big, red, and bulky next to his BMW. He’d teased her while they were out there, telling her he bet he could find all manner of bondage “pervertables” in her tool boxes and the back of her truck. Every man needed a hobby, she’d told him. His laughter had made her own heart light.
“Do you have everything you need?” he asked from the other side of the bathroom door.
She took a deep breath and assessed herself one last time in the mirror. The pink-and-purple striped socks were pulled up to just above her knees and secured with garters made of frilly pink satin ribbons with big bows on the sides. She’d altered another garter so she could wear it as a headband, the pink bow resting at the side of her head.
She’d brushed out her hair, giving it a soft, silky wave extending down to the small of her back, and she thought the effect with the headband, holding it back from her face, was pretty. She patted the other bow that formed a part of her costume and hoped her creativity would be appreciated.
A tremor went through her heart, not at what Joseph would think, but whether his mentor would take one look at her and ridicule Joseph. Maybe she should’ve gone ahead and gotten waxed? She’d second-guessed herself until she’d finally called Violet, and her new friend had talked her down from the ledge.
Violet had suggested white high-heeled Mary Jane pumps to go with the socks, saying the vertical stripes would elongate her legs, and the heels would also do amazing things for her ass. She’d wanted to go for it, but there was only so much luck she could hope to have tonight, and she didn’t want to waste it all on not busting her ass in those heels.
And that was it. The rest of her was as bare-assed as the day she’d been born.
She reached into her bag and pulled out the last part of her “costume” and ripped the wrapper off of it. She gave the large lollipop a lick and pulled open the bathroom door.
Joseph was poised with a hand raised to knock again, and he froze. His dark eyebrows arched as a smile slowly formed on his sensual lips, and she smiled back at the approval filling his eyes.
He beckoned her out into the bedroom, and she sashayed forth, licking her lollipop, and he walked a slow circuit around her. “Very,” he murmured in a rumbly, sexy voice, “very nice.”
“Yes?” she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as he came to stand in front of her again.