Tara moved quickly over to the bar and waited for James to finish up an order.
“Hey, Tara.”
She glanced over with a smile as Tilly leaned against the bar beside her.
“Tilly, I didn’t realize you were working tonight.” Tilly didn’t usually work Fridays.
“Carin called in sick.”
Tara rolled her eyes. Carin called in sick a lot. She was a pain in the ass and Tara didn’t know why Roarke had taken her on.
Tilly hid a yawn behind her hand. “You okay?”
“Fine. Why?”
“Looked like Alex was pretty angry at you and Issac before.”
Tara sighed. “A misunderstanding. We’re fine. Everything is fine.”
Tilly sent her a look of disbelief, but James came over then and interrupted them, saving Tara from further explanation. He handed over Alex’s bag plus two bottles of water. Tara quickly moved back to where Alex waited, she didn’t need Tilly questioning her further.
Alex was talking to one of the younger Doms when she returned. As soon as he finished, he turned to her with a smile.
“Come, sweet.” He took hold of her hand and led her to the St Andrew’s cross. It seemed the older couple had finished with it.
“Strip.”
Tara quickly pulled off her short skirt and halter top. The top had a built-in bra so she hadn’t worried about wearing underwear.
“Step up to the cross, facing away from me.”
She moved into position, raising her arms so Alex could secure her wrists with the leather cuffs that were attached to the upper half of the cross.
“Spread your legs.” He placed cuffs around her ankles, securing them to the bottom of the cross. She was spread-eagled, completely exposed and at his mercy.
A blindfold rested over her eyes and she shivered.
“Okay, sweet?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. The blindfold just added to the experience. It made everything seem more intimate, like there was only the two of them there.
“I’m going to start with the light flogger. We’ll go nice and slow.”
He worked the flogger over her back. Tara relaxed to the point where she thought she could almost fall asleep. Then he stopped and ran his hands over her back down her bottom. He squeezed gently and she shuddered as the small amount of pain sent sparks of need through her blood.
Reaching around, he pinched each of her nipples a few times until they were hard, throbbing peaks.
“I’m going to untie you,” he told her. “I’ll help you turn around before I refasten the cuffs.”
He untied her then helped her around before restraining her once more. This time, though, she was facing outwards. She strained to hear what he was doing, but he gave her no hint.
Suddenly, Alex engulfed one nipple in the warmth of his mouth before he pulled it gently with his teeth. Then something cool pressed against her nipple before it was pinched sharply.
Ow. Nipple clamp.
She breathed through the pain. Slowly it morphed into a throbbing pleasure. Then he did the same to the other nipple.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You look so beautiful, tied up and completely at my mercy.”