30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
C assie
I swallowed while staring at the implements inside the cabinet, glad Marcus was holding me. Of course, I’d picked the implement cabinet first. Blind luck. What had my mother found so fascinating about being hurt by these things?
Memories of my mother’s screams filled my head, and I pushed them away. Marcus wasn’t like my father.
Riding crops of every shape and size, canes, whips, and several other items I’d only seen in the Fantasies, Inc. catalogs. It was part of my job to know what the company offered.
“I’m not into pain.” I forced the words past the lump in my throat.
“Neither am I.” He reached past me, pulled out a black-handled flogger, and ran it over my arm. Gooseflesh popped out on my skin. The falls of the flogger were covered in velvet. They stroked my skin like a lover’s touch.
“This is one of my favorites.” He ran the falls across my breasts, causing my nipples to harden. “Soft and supple, it caresses the skin even if I use it on your body.”
He snapped the implement against my hip. I jumped, but from surprise not pain. There was only a slight thump, but nothing harmful. And pleasure zinged through my veins, a reaction I didn’t expect. “I created this one to entice and pleasure, not hurt.”
“And the others?” I held back a moan when he ran the falls over my breasts a second time, teasing my nipples with the velvet.
“Some are made to warm your ass, but only if you want it.”
I bit my lower lip.
“Don’t get nervous, my love.” His finger caressed my lower lip, coaxing me to release it. “I haven’t used them in years.”
“But the leather ones look well kept.” My stomach tightened. How many other women had he entertained in this room?
“I spend time keeping the leather supple, but that doesn’t mean I use them.”
“And the other cabinets?”
“Go find out.”
He put the flogger back in its place, yet I couldn’t move. My mind was filled with apprehension and anticipation as I remembered another time and place.
“Go investigate,” he said when I hadn’t moved. He gave me a light swat on my ass. It jolted me out of my dark thoughts.
“Bossy.” I flashed him a tentative smile, then went to the next cabinet. An unusual anticipation thrummed through my veins as I pulled the door open.
Sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, cock rings, pumps, bullets—all toys known to man and probably more than a few of Marcus’ R he was leading me down the path, and it was up to me to take it. And I wanted to take it. I was tired of hiding.
Maybe, in time, we could have more than just this weekend.