“Was that your idea?”
He shook his head. “I think you’re made of stronger stuff than that, but I respect his protectiveness of you.”
Cassie giggled. “A protective sadist. I’m never gonna figure out this world.”
Joseph chuckled along with her. “I have great confidence in you, Cassie. Consider that maybe facing all of these new experiences, the things you may be afraid of right now are just the things that might set you free.” He looked over her shoulder, squinted a little, and then nodded and a positively evil smile came over his face.
Joseph rose from his seat and held out a hand to her. “I need to check on a sassy submissive. I’d love to have your company—if you’re brave enough.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Brave enough?”
He cocked an elbow for her and said, “Tell me, in your reading research, did you happen upon any examples of orgasm torture?”
Say what?
“I’ll allow the adorable expression on your face to speak for you,” he said, amusement lacing his strong baritone voice. “You’ve probably read about Doms torturing their sub with pleasure, giving her orgasm after orgasm.”
“I—I saw a video with a Dom who tied his sub to a cross and attached a positively demonic-looking vibrator to the harness she was wearing so she couldn’t get away from the stimulation. I also watched a video with a woman…um…stimulating a man’s prostate while massaging his genitals…” Is it just me or are my cheeks on fire? “And she would bring him to the edge but wouldn’t let him have an orgasm for a long time. When she finally let him come, he howled until he lost his voice. I can’t believe I just confessed out loud that I’ve watched porn.”
Joseph patted her hand and leaned toward her so no one would overhear him. “You don’t need to worry about watching your language in here, Cassie. No one will be offended. You were understandably sympathetic to the subs in those videos, but try to imagine being on the giving end in such scenarios. Giving your sub so much pleasure they practically pass out and lose their voice. Now, you brought up the orgasm denial video, and that’s exactly the point I wanted to explain. What did you think of it?”
“I sympathized for him by the time she finally let him come because he had to wait so long while she played with him. But I was also watching her face and it was obvious she wasn’t doing what she did to mistreat him. Toy with him, absolutely. But he looked at her as if she was a goddess when he finally came to his senses, and she looked pleased, too.”
“Excellent. The sassy submissive I mentioned is your good friend, Bunny. She took fiendish delight in playing a prank on me this weekend, and she’d been enjoying my wrath for the last two hours.”
“Two hours!” Cassie squeaked and then covered her mouth with her hand. “My gosh, whatever she did must’ve been bad.”
Joseph chuckled and said, “It wasn’t fun. I’d bought her a surprise and decided that instead of unleashing her to play with it on her own, to decide if she liked it or not, I’d try it out on her in the club…while restrained.” He tilted his chin toward a corner, a subtle gesture, and then grinned evilly.
Cassie gaped when she spotted Bunny in the corner, bound to a padded contraption that reminded Cassie of the table Emma Rivers had in one of her examination rooms, only this one was on steroids or something.
Bunny wore long black-and-white-striped socks held up with ruffled black satin garters at her mid-thigh. She was clad in a black patent mini-dress that was split at the hips to her waist and her abundant breasts spilled from the bodice. The only other thing she had on was a tiny matching patent G-string.
Bunny’s arms were spread eagled and bound at the wrist and the elbow. Her thighs were spread and strapped to the stirrups at the knee and the ankle. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth and strapped around her head, which rested on a pillow.
Bunny caught sight of him as he drew close, and she began yelling around the gag, alternating between growling and shouting and pleading with Joseph. Her eyes twinkled when she made eye contact with Cassie for a second and winked at her before continuing her non-verbal tirade.
“I love how much she hates that table,” Joseph said with ill-disguised enjoyment.
Joseph stroked Bunny’s forehead as he quietly thanked the smiling blonde submissive who’d been kneeling on a cushion beside the table, obviously keeping Bunny company.
He turned aside to Cassie and said, “This is Mona. She’s the submissive of Randall Butler, whom you met when you arrived. She’s been sitting with Bunny during her punishment.”