Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Iris
Waiting for their food, the conversation flowed, and Iris slowly relaxed.
Being with Law was easy, even fun, though that was not a word she would have used to describe him when they’d first met.
It turned out, when he wasn’t in charge of a class, he had a lot of funny stories, a wicked sense of humor, and was only a little bossy.
Hell, Iris liked it when a man was a little bossy. They were so much easier to annoy.
Not that she was trying to annoy Law tonight.
That wouldn’t be a smart move since they were scening right after dinner.
But in general. She’d once heard Andrew’s friend, Angel, say she’d married her husband because he was the person she wanted to annoy for the rest of her life, and that had resonated with Iris.
She remembered her mom teasing her dad a lot, and Kate definitely did that with Andrew, although when he was growing up, he hadn’t been as serious as he was now.
A lot of things changed after her mom died.
Still, Law was the serious one, so she would be the annoying one. It worked for her and would give him an excuse to spank her now and then. Not that he needed an excuse. If he wanted to spank her, he would, but Iris liked to think she was earning it.
Underneath the table, she slipped her heels off and found his foot.
Law turned his head, raising his eyebrows as he met her gaze.
Iris smiled serenely as if she wasn’t exploring his ankles with her toes.
The leather of his shoes was hard, but the fabric of the pants he was wearing was far softer. There were socks, too.
Playing footsie wasn’t exactly erotic, but it was fun. She could see him trying to decide whether or not to stop her. When her foot skated up the inside of his calf, past his knee to his thigh, he stopped mid-sentence to pin her with a look. Iris blinked innocently.
Finished eating, she wasn’t bored, but she couldn’t help wanting to tease him.
“Is this your way of telling me you’d like to go straight to the dungeon and miss the show?”
Iris blinked. “Is that an option?”
It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in the show, but she’d seen plenty of scenes during the month she was ‘volunteering’ her services at Stronghold. Sure, the scenes at Marquis were more elaborate with a lot more pageantry, but right now, she was far more interested doing than watching.
“Keep up what you’re doing, and it will become one.”
Iris contemplated the threat for all of thirty seconds while Law took the last bite of his steak and put his fork down. She slid her foot along his thigh right up to the… oh my. Yup. The very hard bulge at the front of his pants.
Maybe playing footsie had been a little more erotic than she realized.
Quick as a whip, Law reached down and grabbed her ankle, making her shriek in surprise. There was no way to yank it back and pretend she hadn’t been doing anything. Her foot was now pressed against his thigh, her toes still touching the hard ridge of his cock.
And the expression on his face was pure Dom.
Oops.
Maybe she’d miscalculated. Not scared, though definitely apprehensive, she hadn’t meant to piss him off.
“Okay, naughty girl, if that’s how you want to play.”
Iris shrieked again when Master Law scooted to the edge of the booth, dragging her with him. The hem of her skirt slid up to her waist, and she didn’t have time to drag it down before she found herself upended over his shoulder.
“My shoes!”
“Someone will bring them to our room.” Master Law held out the hand that wasn’t holding her in place over his shoulder and gestured to someone, although she couldn’t see what the gesture was or who he directed it to. Iris whimpered when he reached up to smack her upturned ass.
A few chuckles from around the room made it clear they were drawing attention.
“Is the show starting early?” someone called out. From their tone, they were teasing, but it drew another laugh. Iris felt her cheeks burning, but not her bottom cheeks—her face cheeks.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d blushed this hard.
Not only could everyone see Master Law carrying her off over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, they could see her ass and pussy since she hadn’t been able to pull her skirt down, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Knowing she’d probably seen most of them naked at Stronghold didn’t help her. That was then; this was now.
And throughout the entire display, all she could think about was how turned on she was.
Law
Who are you, and what have you done with Lawrence?
Yeah, if any of his friends had seen him, they probably wouldn’t have recognized him, either. This wasn’t his norm, but something about Iris made him want to do new things. He hadn’t thought much, just reacted to what she was doing.
He wasn’t entirely sure that was a good thing. Reacting rather than thinking through his actions didn’t feel very in control. On the other hand, so far, he wasn’t out of control, so maybe it wasn’t a bad thing. He could be a little spontaneous and maintain control.
Once they reached the Dungeon room, he had everything set up and meticulously planned out, as always. They were just getting to the room a little sooner and in a manner slightly different than expected. Knowing that helped make him feel a little better about acting so impulsively.
He’d also really enjoyed surprising Iris.
When her hands crept down to cup his butt as he strode through the hallway, he had to laugh. She was irrepressible.
Law gave her upturned ass another hefty swat.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I’m sure I could if I wanted to.” Her voice sounded a little odd, breathless, and far away, which made sense, considering her current position. His shoulder pressing against her stomach and being upside down didn’t create an optimal speaking state. Her response made him laugh.
Yes, she could control herself when she wanted to. He’d seen proof over the month he’d watched over her. Of course, sometimes, she’d acted as impulsively as he’d originally thought her to be, but overall, she’d behaved.
Shaking his head, Law opened the door to the Dungeon room and walked in. Iris twisted around on his shoulder, trying to see. Chuckling, he set her on her feet and spun her around, so she could see the setup.
It was very different from the last time.
She’d asked for electricity, and she was going to get it.
Instead of a wooden frame in the middle of the room, there was a massage table, though modified with places to attach restraints.
The legs were wood, but that was about the only similarity to the frame.
Around the table, Law had laid down rubber floor mats to walk on as he moved around Iris.
Next to the table, on one of the mats, was a cart with his violet wand and quite a few attachments he enjoyed using.
Not all of them since this was Iris’ first time playing with electricity.
They’d just eaten dinner, so he knew she wouldn’t be dehydrated. He’d made sure she drank plenty of water during the meal but had put a few bottles of water on the cart, just in case.
All the other furniture—especially anything with metal bits—had been moved away from the play area to the edges of the room.
“Oh…” Iris stepped forward, then paused, glancing over her shoulder at him with an apprehensive expression.
“Go ahead and look.” Law put his hands in his pockets, watching as she crept forward and inspected the items on the cart. While many of them would be familiar in appearance, he was fairly certain she wouldn’t truly understand what they did. Not until he used them on her.
“Woah…” she whispered under her breath as her fingers hovered over some of the attachments.
“You can touch them,” Law said, moving closer. “They won’t feel like much right now, but if you want to know the difference...”
Her fingers skimmed over the glass electrodes he’d laid out.
“These look like fairy wands.” Her smile was more than a little cheeky. She touched the one with a star shape. “Especially this one. Growing up, I’m pretty sure I had a wand like this.”
“Probably not exactly like that.” Law grinned when she snuck a look at him. Lately, his face hurt from how much he’d been smiling since his first scene with Iris. “Ready to start? You need to get completely naked.”
He rested his hand on her back and felt the little shiver of apprehension, which he reveled in. There was nothing better than having a slightly anxious and very aroused submissive to play with. He enjoyed it with Iris because she was so confident all the time.
“Yes, Sir.” She looked up at him, and her eyelashes fluttered. “I might need a little help, though.”
His erection, which had already begun to swell at the table when she’d been teasing him, surged to full mast as blood rushed to his groin.
“Then, by all means, let me help.” Law wouldn’t object to having the chance to have his hands all over her.
Iris
Stripped out of her clothes, her nerves humming from Law’s teasing caresses while he was helping her undress, Iris bit her lip as she glanced at the cart set up next to the massage table again.
She didn’t know what to expect. Electricity wasn’t covered in the newbie classes unless someone expressed real interest, and she hadn’t been all that interested until she’d become interested in Master Law.
She’d heard from the other submissives it could be a lot of fun, could be exquisitely painful, and Master Law loved to play with it.
It was also dangerous.
Iris had done a little research at home this past week, then decided she wanted to be surprised by what he might do.
Most of the research had started off with warnings about what not to do and all the nasty consequences of unsafe electrical play.
She didn’t have arrhythmia—one worry eliminated—but there were still plenty of other pitfalls of playing with electricity.
The nice thing about scening with Master Law was she absolutely trusted he knew what he was doing, or else he wouldn’t be doing it.
But nothing was one hundred percent safe.
That I find that even more exciting shows I might have more work to do with my therapist…
She was hardly the only one who found dangerous sex exciting, though.
The bit of scary added to her arousal, which was pretty common among kinksters.
The idea of actually being hurt or dying wasn’t exciting, but knowing she was doing something that could have dangerous consequences gave her an adrenaline rush like bungee jumping or skydiving.
Except with an orgasm at the end.
To her surprise, rather than getting her immediately on the table, Master Law stepped in front of her, cupped her chin with one hand, and tilted her head back. Out of her heels, the difference in their height made it necessary for their gazes to meet.
He was still fully dressed, and—as always—the dichotomy made her feel all fluttery and hot inside.
Looking deep into her eyes, his serious expression made her body perk up and take notice.
Time to be a good girl and pay attention.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She answered without thinking, too caught up in the intensity of his gaze to prevaricate. Not that she would have wanted to. She could tell how much this meant to him. He’d needed a real answer, and she’d given it to him. She did trust him—completely.
“Good girl. Your safeword is ‘red’ or ‘foliage,’ but if you say stop, I’ll pause to check in with you.” He spoke calmly, steady, yet her anxiety ramped up a little more with every word. That he was taking this so seriously hammered home that it wasn’t the average kink play. “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Excitement fizzed and popped through her body, arousal coiling in her core as she stared into his dark brown eyes.
He was rock steady, calm, and entirely in control, while she felt as if she was going to go off like a rocket at any moment.
Yet his presence soothed her to keep her feet on the ground.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then he moved, using his hand on her chin to hold her in place while his other arm wrapped around her back, and his lips descended on hers.
There was something about the suddenness that made her think he hadn’t planned to kiss her, and everything in her body thrilled with the impulsiveness of the move.
Iris’ hands went to his chest, her palms flat against him, not pushing him away but exploring the hard contours of his chest and shoulders as she was pressed against him.
The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them, as the hand cupping her chin slid around to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.
She whimpered against his lips as their tongues danced together, heat sliding through her. Pressing her thighs together, she wriggled, feeling the hard bulge of his erection digging into her stomach. Her pussy ached, clenching emptily in anticipation.
He pulled away, his face a mere inch away.
“Alright, sweetheart. Up on the table.”