Page 106 of Not Safe For Work

Chapter 25

When Rick came back the next day, there was no sign of what had happened at the club. His eyes were clear, his smile was as bright as always. Back to normal, by all appearances.

Just to be safe, though…

As I pulled some bottled water from the fridge, I said, “How are you doing as far as last night goes?”

“I was still a bit wired over it when we went to bed, but after I slept on it…” He shrugged. “Amazing what a night of sleep can do for something like that.”

“Good point.” I handed him one of the bottles. “It’s still something to keep in mind, but it sounds like you’re pretty well past it. Isn’t like you were way into subspace and then freaked out.”

He shuddered. “Yeah. And I’m… I mean, it was frustrating at the time, but I’m glad you stopped when you did.”

I set my unopened water on the counter and wrapped my arms around him. “If there’s any question, I’d rather stop a scene than push through. There’s nothing that says we can’t start one after we’ve stopped.”

“I know. And I’m definitely in a good space tonight. Whatever you want…just say the word.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Well, as it happens, I want you tied up and hard, because I’ve got some candles with your name all over them.”

Rick gulped and nodded. “Where?”

“You know exactly where.”

Without another word between us, we grabbed our water and went down into the basement.

I flicked on the light.

Rick’s gaze immediately went to the array of equipment I’d set up in the middle of the room. He did a double take, and his lips parted. “Oh God.”

He’d probably expected some of this. The table. The pile of candles beside the steaming Crock-Pot, which I hadn’t bothered to hide like the Dom at the club had.

He probably hadn’t expected everything that was set up, though.

“What’s wrong, Rick?” I rested a hand on top of the sex machine I’d tormented him with before. “Did you think we were only doing hot wax tonight?”

He gulped. “Fuck…”

“Pretty much, yeah. Now strip.”

Though he still regarded the machine warily, he obeyed, peeling off his shirt.

While he undressed, I adjusted the table he’d be tied to. It was usually set up for someone lying on their back but could be configured to accommodate a person on his hands and knees. That way he could be tied in that position but had enough padding and support to keep from getting fatigued. Which meant we could go for a long time if I wanted to.

And since the hot wax would pull the hair out of his chest and stomach, I wanted his back exposed instead.

I faced him and grinned. Everything was exposed now. He watched me with wide eyes, standing there naked against the backdrop of my home dungeon.

Oh, Rick. You are all mine tonight.

I somehow kept myself from licking my chops and patted the table. “Hands and knees.”

He eyed the table, probably trying to work out how he was supposed to get on it. He figured it out quickly enough, though, and climbed on. Excellent—his ass was in the air, at just the right height for the machine to fuck him while I tormented him. His shins and forearms rested on pads that would keep them comfortable, and also happened to conveniently position them perfectly for a bastard Dom to come along and tie them down. Good thing that bastard Dom had a few coils of rope handy.

I took my time tying him down. I didn’t say a word the whole time either. Instead, I let his surroundings sink in. The relative quiet of the dungeon. The faint smell of hot, melted wax. The sex machine sitting behind him, silent and still, ready to fuck him senseless.

“Feel all right?” I secured the last rope, this one around his arm. “Nothing numb or tingling?”

He gulped. “I’m good.”