The bed was only one of a few pieces of furniture in the
room that looked relatively normal. Hell, was some of this stuff even
furniture? Sam gaped as her gaze swept the giant room that had to be at least
2,500 square feet, maybe — probably — more.
Where did she start? There was so much to look at. Other
than the lavishly dressed bed, there was a leather couch and a pair of wooden,
straight-backed chairs, along with a large bureau with shallow drawers that
reminded her of something butterfly or stamp collectors stored their prized
collectibles in. But that was where her familiarity ended. Every other piece of
furniture was foreign to her. Well, she couldn't call it furniture. More
like…contraptions.
A built-in beam that looked about twelve feet long ran along
the ceiling. Two heavy-duty hooks sat inside a track that spanned the center of
the beam, and on the floor beneath was another built-in apparatus with similar
hooks. Everything looked to be attached to pulleys and it reminded Sam of a
fancy curtain rod. Somehow, though, she didn't think curtains were what got
hung from those hooks. Maybe it was the impressive set of floggers hanging
nearby on the wall that gave her that impression, but, yeah, that beam in the
ceiling with the hooks and pulleys wasn't for curtains.
And the floggers! There had to be a hundred of them. Cat o'
nine tails, riding crops, short ones, long ones, ones that looked like horses'
tails, leather, plastic, ping-pong paddles, bamboo rods, canes. Oh my God,
there were even a couple of coiled whips displayed.
Sam walked slowly through the room, afraid to touch
anything, but fascinated at discovering Micah had a kinky — well, kinki
er
side
— to him. And here she thought that whole knife thing had been sexy.
Lame-o!
This place made the Bowie knife she had used on Micah
earlier seem like a foam sword. Weak.
She opened a drawer in another bureau and found an
impressive array of vibrators and dildos. Jesus! He had a Hitachi Magic Wand.
Um, no. Make that three of them. One eyebrow shot up mischievously.
Mmm, he
can use those on me anytime.
The thought of Micah inside her with the wand
stimulating her clit was a fantasy she wanted to see come to life. Absolutely.
After closing the drawer and inspecting the others to find
all manner of toys, silver balls, cock sleeves, stimulators, and an assortment
of other playthings, Sam spun and took in the rest of the room. Hell, she had
no idea how to use half this stuff. And what was up with the giant glass tank
that looked like an empty fish aquarium? And the large dog cage. Were those
leashes and collars hanging on hooks nearby?
She stepped over to what looked like an odd sitting bench.
It looked like a booth in a restaurant, only there was a bench on both sides,
it was smaller, covered with black leather, and had heavy-duty hooks bolted to
it in several places. She climbed on it and inspected it. Hmm. Was this some
kind of spanking bench? Sam had heard the girls at the Black Garter, where she
used to work as a dancer, talk about stuff like this. A few of her coworkers
had been in to some serious kink, and she had sometimes enjoyed hearing them
talk about the stuff they let men do to them...or that they did to the men, as
the case sometimes was.
Was this the kind of thing they had been talking about? She
bent over the leather portion of the bench. Uh-huh. Perfect position to be
spanked. Oh, and look. Hooks. Right where her hands were. If she was cuffed,
she could be attached to the bench and helplessly prostrated.
Why did that suddenly make her get all creamy hot at her
core?
After hopping off, she inspected a couple of other benches
and a contraption that looked like a mini-guillotine, but not. The hole in the
side was much too large for a head, and there was an angled platform. Was she
supposed to lie down on that? And somehow…? She frowned and tilted her head
left then right, studying the odd apparatus. Micah would have to show her how
to use that thing.
She loved the mirrors. Something about watching herself and
what was being done to her in this room appealed to her. Mmm, especially in the
mirror above the bed. If he let her watch, that is. She had noticed an
assortment of blindfolds in his stash of toys. Along with gags, bindings,
ropes, cuffs, chains, and a lot of other stuff.
Shit, but Micah was a freak. And he was
her
freak.
Sam wasn't sure she could handle everything in this room,
but enough of it was already turning her on that she thought the two of them
could have a very good time down here. She had an open mind, and, to be honest,
after listening to her old co-workers talk about some of this stuff, she had
fantasized about finding someone who would show her what it was like.
Now she had someone who could. And would. Well, he'd better.
Why else would he want her to see this room? Surely, he didn't mean to show her
his temple of pain and domination and not introduce her to all he could show
her within it.
For the next fifteen minutes, she worked her way through the
room, investigating the benches, contraptions, and St. Andrews Cross before
ending up on the bed, where she laid back on the semi-firm mattress and gazed
up at herself in the mirror above.
Damn, but she was turned on. She squirmed on the bed of
burgundy satin and reached up to grab the wrought iron headboard. How would it
feel to be tied to this bed? How exciting would it be to gaze into that mirror
and watch Micah make love to her or go down on her? To look up at the mirror
and watch what was happening to her as if she were watching an x-rated movie
while experiencing in the physical what she was watching…? The thought alone
made warmth bloom deep in her belly and spread like slow-moving lava into her
core, heating her and preparing her body to receive his.
Micah, Micah, Micah. God, I need you. Look what you do to
me.
With Micah, she wanted to explore her sexuality. Never
before had she imagined doing the things she suddenly wanted to do with him.
Was it the trust she felt with him? Because she trusted him implicitly, despite
knowing him less than a month. She knew he wouldn't hurt her and would do
everything in his power to protect her. With Micah, she felt safer than she'd
ever felt with anyone, and wasn't that just the biggest fucking turn-on
ever?
For the first time in her life, she imagined letting loose
her fantasies. She had never felt comfortable opening up like this with Steve.
Her abusive ex had been too much into hurting her for his own pleasure, not
hers, and she had withdrawn into herself. Sex had been a burdensome chore with
Steve. One she had failed to enjoy since the early days of their doomed
marriage.
All that was behind her now. With each passing moment, she
felt herself re-opening and rediscovering her sexuality, as well as her
sensuality.
Did Sam want Micah to tie her down and strap her up? Spank
her? Flog her? Bend her over that funky bench thing? She glanced at the St.
Andrews Cross and bit her lip. God, yes. She did, didn't she? She wanted all
that and more. Why? Because she trusted Micah, and she loved him, and the idea
of him doing those things to her was highly erotic.
What was it he had said to her before she descended the
stairs into the basement?
My trust in you is down there.
Yes, that's
what he had said. She suddenly knew what he had meant, because her trust in him
was here, too.
With a contented sigh, she glanced back up at her grinning
face in the mirror on the ceiling.
Oh, Micah, the things my mind is
imagining.
She didn't know what half the stuff in the room was, but she
wanted Micah to teach her. Hell, did she ever want Micah to teach her!
Pushing up off the luxurious bed, she gave one final look
around the sin chamber of lust and sensuality, laughing at herself and ducking
her head in thought as the words scrolled through her mind, and walked to the
doorway that led back to Micah's bedroom.
As she stepped through and glanced back up, the smile
disappeared from her face and was instantly replaced with hunger. Micah stood
against the far wall by the stairs, his body tense, his eyes hooded and dark.
"You said you were going to wait upstairs." She
licked her lips and took a tentative step toward him.
"I heard every…." Micah paused and inhaled deeply,
as if he was inhaling her scent. And he probably was, picking up the essence of
her arousal. "I heard every thought in your mind."
His shadowed eyes razed her from head to toe, his chest
rising and falling heavily with lust as he pushed away from the wall. But Sam
got the distinct impression he was exercising extreme restraint.
Maybe she could change that.
She kept walking toward him. Slowly. Her steps measured and
seductive as she pulled her sweater up and over her head. "And you
couldn't stay away?"
Micah's breathing quickened, and each breath brought with it
a deep, titillating purr. She loved when he purred. Not only did it tell her he
was aroused, but the sound did something carnal to her insides, making her
muscles clench with anticipation of what she knew was about to happen.
"No." The single syllable vibrated through his
chest, his voice low and primal.
Damn. Handcuffs, children, and thoughts of being worked over
in his dungeon of sadomasochistic play. Her list of things that seemed to get
Micah going just got longer and longer.
Sam unsnapped her jeans and slowly peeled them down her legs
as she toed off her shoes. All she had on was a white, satin bra and matching
panties. Nothing sexy, but then she hadn't expected this or she would have worn
something lacier and racier.
"No. You look…." Micah panted, breathing in and
out in shallow breaths as his gaze danced up and down her body. "Perfect.
Like an angel." He stepped toward her. "An innocent angel."
Who's having very naughty thoughts.
Sam couldn't help
wondering if that was the allure. Her dressed in pure, virginal white while
having torrid, lurid thoughts of debauchery.
"That's part of it, yes," he said, drawing nearer
as she crawled over the low footboard, turned around, then sank seductively
into his bed. The normal one. The bed that wasn't designed for bondage. She
scooted back, keeping her eyes on him as he prowled to the foot of the bed and
turned his body, watching her as she lay back, reached up, and took hold of the
ornately carved headboard. Shifting, she sank her head into the pillows and
pressed her knees together demurely, feigning fear in her eyes.
He purred again, louder, and pulled off his shirt. His long,
black hair flared and settled over his shoulders, and he quickly unfastened his
black jeans and undressed, his eyes never leaving hers.
In an instant, he was on her, pushing her legs open, biting
through the front of her bra to release her breasts as he gripped her panties
and yanked them off with a satisfying rip. And then he was inside her, claiming
her, pulling her hands free of the headboard so he could hold her arms down
against the mattress.
He was insatiable, growling, moaning, purring, and
overwhelming her with pleasure.
"Micah!" She cried out as she climaxed.
And before she knew what was happening, she came again, and
yet again as Micah sank his fangs into her neck and plunged one final, harsh
time inside her and stilled.
His cock pumped hard, and warmth filled her, his highly
fertile seed spilling and falling on what he had already informed her was
infertile terrain. Still, she wrapped her arms lovingly around him, the
euphoria of his venom loosening her muscles so that she fell into orgasmic
spasms one final time beneath him, her body quivering and quaking as he drank
her blood.
She might not be able to carry his baby, yet, but one
day…yes, one day she would have Micah's child. She didn't know how she knew.
She just did.
Micah drove Sam back to his apartment in silence, neither of
them discussing the room in his basement. He wanted to wait a day or two to go
into the details of what he did there and what he hoped to do to her, as well,
but tonight, he was too torqued up to broach the subject. But that didn't mean
Sam's mind was quiet. On the contrary, her mind was a dazzling display of
wonder and fantasy over all she had seen and what they'd done to one another
after her tour of his dungeon. Even now, Micah could sense her arousal, thick
and fragrant to his sensitive nose, but which would go undetected by a human.
Truthfully, he had been caught off guard and shocked when
Sam's thoughts had so openly accepted what she had found in his dungeon. Or the
sin chamber of lust and sensuality,
as she had called it in her
thoughts. He liked how that sounded. And he had liked how excited his basement
getaway had made her. She was eager for him to show her around the room and how
things worked, and he was more than willing to teach her.
After parking his Audi in the garage, he took her hand and
they walked to the elevator bay. The tension between them was like a third
person, drawing them closer together, making them walk with a little more
urgency, making their breath quicken.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Sam shoved him against
the wall and planted her mouth hard over his. Micah groaned against her lips,
sliding his arm around the small of her back and pulling her against him as if
his very existence depended on getting her as close to him as he could.
He knew she'd still been aroused after leaving his house.
And hallelujah and glory to Heaven, he was ready to have her again.
They barely made it out of the elevator and into his
apartment before falling into a naked heap on the floor in a twist of arms and
legs. He rolled to his back and pulled her over on top of him as she sank down
on his cock, taking him deep, already thrusting and riding him before he was
fully inside her.