Chapter Fifteen #2
It was a fair question, so why did my cock tighten?
Looking around, I didn’t see any cameras, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any.
I stepped closer to Valerie until our shoulders touched.
I kept my voice low. There probably wasn’t any audio, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Usually there is thick padding for your legs and body.”
“Makes sense, but how would one get on such an item?”
The curiosity in her voice reminded me how much Valerie didn’t know about kink.
“Well, depending on how I felt, you’d either be in your underwear or naked.”
“Oh?” A flush crept up her neck to her face.
Interesting. “I’d help you onto the spanking horse by keeping my hands at your waist and lifting you up.
My hands would remain at your waist until you were properly positioned.
Legs and arms on the ledges, your body resting against the middle.
” I placed my hand on the bench again and gave it a nudge. It wasn’t a hard push.
The equipment didn’t move or wobble, that was a good thing.
But still concerning was that there was no padding.
That would be unacceptable in the kink community.
I’d had some training with a kink Dominant a few years ago, so the equipment was familiar.
But since I wasn’t a club-going person, I rarely used any.
“Any person on this would be very vulnerable.” I was close enough that I felt the small tremor as it swept over her.
“Yes.” I rubbed my fingers over hers, but kept my concentration on the equipment, noting how it was constructed and the material, but my imagination was distracted by all the things I could do to Valerie.
“So once I’m on it what happens?”
I lowered my head until my lips were close to her ear. “I could spank you.”
She made a small noise, and my dick thickened. Damn, I wasn’t supposed to be aroused by this, but here I was. I wanted to spank that ass. Maybe she’d allow me to do that and more one night soon.
I cleared my throat. “I could use a flogger or a cane, depending on the level of play we agree upon.” Did her breathing just increase?
“Sounds painful.” A tremor shook her again.
“Depends on the couple.” I rubbed her wrist, feeling her rapid pulse “There are different types of floggers. I would make it sensual for you, not painful.” Oh to have her at my mercy begging for more.
“Canes are more painful, so I prefer not to use them.” Valerie relaxed under my touch.
Good, I wanted her to trust me and know I’d take care of her. Always.
She lifted her free hand and ran it over the exposed wood, as if she was caressing it. I couldn’t wait to have her fingers caressing me when we made love. My nerves vibrated with the need to have her in my arms, naked, caressing each other, and our passion for each other driving our bodies.
“The wood is rougher than I expected.”
Her words were like cold water. “Show me.”
“Here.” She ran her finger on the underside of the shelf.
Leaning over, I looked at the area. “Careful.” I grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away. “I don’t want you to get a splinter.” It was like no one had sanded the wood before they applied the finish. Not good.
Glancing over my shoulder to make sure we were still alone, I carefully slipped my phone out of my pocket and took a few pictures. While the sign said no pictures, I assumed it was for the manufacturing floor, but I would still be cautious.
“Let’s move to another piece.” I guided her as I put my phone away. “This is another type of spanking bench.” I gestured to the two-step spanking bench.
“I’m guessing I would kneel on the lower piece and rest my upper body on the upper one?” Her voice was soft.
“Yes.” At least this one had the correct padding in place.
“This looks a bit more comfortable than the other one. What does one do with their arms once they’re kneeling with their upper body resting on the top?”
“You can let them hang down, or they can be restrained.” Oh man, to see her restrained naked on this piece of equipment would be a sight.
Stop. If I kept this up, I was never going to get rid of this hard-on.
“See the D rings screwed into the wood.” I leaned forward and fingered one of the rings. “This wood is cracked.”
Valerie tilted her head. “The crack runs all the way through.”
Damn. This wasn’t good. I ran my finger over the wood. It didn’t feel right to me. It was more than just a crack. “Touch the wood and tell me what you think.”
She ran her finger over the material. “It feels different from the other one. Rougher and… I don’t know…harder, if that makes sense.”
Looking over at the other spanking horse, it was apparent the wood used was different. That happened, but I didn’t like this. Inconsistencies could lead to problems. Being careful, I took more pictures. “Let’s look at another piece.” Taking her hand, I led her over to the bondage chair.
“This looks scary.”
“I can see that from your perspective.” I inspected the wood, and everything looked good. Glancing back at the other two pieces, this one was yet another kind of wood.
Even though the construction looked good. I was curious why another type of wood had been used. It could be a supply problem. Even Marcus had issues with suppliers. “This is a bondage chair. Your arms can be restrained to the cross bar and your legs restrained to the movable legs.”
“That would leave a person open to anything.”
“Yes.” My body heated thinking about all the things I could do to Valerie on the chair.
“And the chair could be used on either a man or woman.”
“Yes.” Once again our shoulders touched, and I placed my fingers on her wrist. Her pulse throbbed.
“So.” She twisted her wrist until her fingers closed over mine. “I could take this restraint”—Valerie touched the leather restraint with her free hand—“fasten it around your wrists, and you’d be at my mercy.”
Excitement flowed through me at the image she painted. Her leaning over me to secure my wrists in the restraints, her breasts brushing my face, and all I could think of was nuzzling them. “You could if I let you. I don’t like being restrained.”
It was one of the major things I found out when I was training under a Dom.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Who says I’m going to give you a choice?” She ran her fingers over the inside of my arms where no one could see. A shiver traveled over my skin.
“Valerie.” The Dominant in me was activated. I was in control, wasn’t I?
A smile played around her lips. “You’d look so good restrained where I can have some fun. Just think, Lucas, me in front of you with your legs spread. You cock stiff waiting to see what I would do next. I straddle you and play with you to my heart’s content.”
My unruly cock pressed hard against my jeans as if agreeing with her. I was going to lose it. No, I couldn’t allow that to happen. We were in public for goodness sake, and who knew who might be watching.
“You hair is always so nice and silky. How would it feel against my skin as I ran my hands through it?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” I could barely get the words out.
“Am I?” Her warm breath brushed my cheek. “Having you tied up would give me the chance to study you without you stopping me.”
“When have I ever stopped you from touching me?” I shifted on my feet.
Valerie tilted her head. “You haven’t, but then again, who says you wouldn’t keep me restrained and tease me?”
“Don’t give me ideas.” As if I didn’t already have them.
“Poor Lucas.” She brushed her lips over my cheek before she stepped away and around the back of the chair. “This looks good. No cracks, and the wood is smooth.”
I fought to keep it as professional as I could. Valerie was safe at the moment, but there would come a time when she wouldn’t be. The little minx.