‘
Good.’ He took hold of her left arm and courteously led her to a set of double doors. The doors were locked with access granted by a keypad and Drake quickly punched in a set of numbers. The light on the pad turned from red to green and the click that marked the doors unlocking was audible even with the background noise of the club.
Once they were past the doors, and they had closed behind them, the noise faded into the background. A single flight of stairs took them to the next floor and three doors down Drake used a keycard to gain access to a room. He leaned in and flicked on the light before opening the door fully to allow her to enter the room.
She almost changed her mind when she saw what the room contained.
A large bedlike platform dominated the centre of the room, although there was a St Andrew’s cross on the wall, and several floggers, canes, and crops hung from hooks close by. Cuffs connected by chains were attached to both the platform and the cross but she didn’t see the rest until she stepped into the room. On the wall nearest the door hung hoods, blindfolds, and gags, and she couldn’t help but wonder what lay within the chest of drawers on the left wall.
The door closed behind her with a solid thunk.
‘If you need to leave and I, for whatever reason, won’t let you, then you hit the panic button there.’ He gestured to a large red button close to the bed platform. ‘All the private rooms have them in case of medical or other emergencies.’ He moved toward the centre of the room. ‘Your safe word is Red. Understand?’
‘Safe word? Oh, erm, the word I say to stop everything, right?’
‘Yes.’ He took a step toward her. ‘Now, strip.’
‘What?’ She paled instantly.
‘Unless you want me to cut off your clothing when I have you restrained. We are alone, girl. No one else is going to see you.’ He didn’t move, but stood there watching her. ‘Are you going to obey me, girl?’
Cathy reached for the ties on her bustier and began to work them free. She was doing this. She was actually going to let someone dom her! What was he going to do? Spank her? Use a cane or flogger on her? Was she ready for all of that?
She folded up the bustier and set it on top of the dresser. The skirt followed it, leaving her standing there in stockings, heels and panties. Her left hand drifted upward, covering her breasts, though he’d already had an eyeful.
‘And the rest.’
‘I thought … well the girl still wore panties for her spanking.’
‘And this is private. No one else will be able to see you except me. You either strip or leave.’ His gaze narrowed cold and dark as he looked at her. ‘Well, girl, what’s your decision?’
She glanced at the door and then back at him. ‘But why do you …?’
‘This isn’t open for discussion.’ His voice was ice cold.
Her breathing hitched in the back of her throat. ‘OK, I’ll do it. I just need a minute to …’
‘Now.’
Her hands moved before she realized what she was doing. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and skimmed them down her thighs. The thin strip of hair over the curve of her mound brought a flush to her face.
‘Better. You can leave the stockings and heels on. I’ve relented a little. You won’t be completely naked.’
Somehow that didn’t make her feel any better.
‘The cross or the bed? The cross, I think.’ He gestured toward the St Andrew’s cross against the wall.
The cross held less fear for her than the bed but walking to it took more strength than she’d ever believed possible. Her palms were damp but her heart raced and her nipples were hard and aching for his touch. A liquid heat coated her nether lips and her clit throbbed. What was she doing? There was enough time to change her mind – there had to be. And he’d given her a safe word that would end things if she didn’t like what he was doing.
‘Reach your hands up, girl.’
She looked up and to each side before she lifted her hands up to the edges of the frame where manacles waited for her wrists. Would it hurt, being bound like this?
Drake locked her wrists in place. ‘Now your legs. Ease your left out toward the manacle.’ He knelt down by her left leg and soon both of her legs were locked in place. ‘Good, now we can begin.’
‘What are you going to do?’
‘Sir …’