Page 97 of Not Safe For Work

I gestured at the door. “Did you see that guy? He could break somebody in half.”

Rick laughed. “Good point.”

“Personally, I’m all for anything that makes people feel secure enough to play.” I knotted the rope, and then stood, gritting my teeth when my knees crackled, but at least the squeak of my leather trousers masked the sound. “You feel safe and secure, right?”

He glanced at the rope on his wrist. “Secure would definitely describe it, yes.”

I bit back a laugh and moved closer. “Smartass.”

“Sorry.” He cringed. “I didn’t—”

I cupped his cock and balls again. “You seem to keep forgetting who’s in charge here.”

“No. Not forgetting. Just—” He gulped. “Lightening the mood?”

“Mmhmm. One would almost think you want me to torture the hell out of you just to remind you who’s in charge.”

He schooled his expression, but his dick gave him away, stiffening in my hand.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

He watched me for a second, then nodded. “I like…I like the way you torture me.”

“You want to be tortured like that woman in the other room? With the wax?”

The shudder that ran through him shook his whole body hard enough to make the ropes creak and protest. “Yes.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

He closed his eyes, pulling in a deep breath through his nose. “Thank you.”

“If you behave.” I trailed a hand up his side. “Which means no being a smartass. Understood?”

“Yes.” He nodded vigorously. “Under…understood.”

“And no coming when I haven’t given you permission.”

“N-no coming. Got it.”

“Look at me, Rick.”

He slid his gaze toward me, and if I hadn’t been hard already, I’d have gotten that way in a hurry. One look at those beautiful eyes—lids heavy over blown pupils—and I was definitely glad I’d included condoms and lube in my kit tonight. Sex didn’t always come into play at a club like this. Tonight? Oh yes. It would.

I teased his nipple with my thumbnail. “You are amazingly sexy when you’re like this, you know that? Tied up. All mine. I can tease you. I can flog you. That bag’s got all kinds of evil toys in it.” I ran my hand down his quivering abs and over his cock. “Or I could just do this”—I stroked him slowly, lightly, my grip so loose I was barely touching him at all—“and not let you come.”

He dug his teeth into his lower lip. His bindings creaked, but he didn’t seem to mind, and as much as his position allowed, he rocked his hips, fucking into my hand.

I let go. He cursed.

Chuckling, I teased his balls with the lightest touch imaginable. “If I wanted to, I could get down on my knees and suck your dick, and you’d still be at my mercy. Under my control. Wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes.” His jaw was tight, his skin already beginning to flush from his throat down onto his chest.

“In theory,” I whispered, “I could even fuck myself on your—”

Nearby, someone cried out. Pain, ecstasy—could’ve been either or both. Either way, Rick’s eyes flicked toward the sound. His body tensed, and the ropes creaked. His eyes darted up to one tightly clenched fist. Then the other. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Rick, focus. Look at—”