3. Chapter Three #2
She puffed out a breath, then put her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet and then picked up her skirt. “You can put your skirt back on or not. It’s up to you.”
Her body flushed as she snatched the fabric from his hand and slipped it back on. There was something to be said about skirts with elastic waistbands. “Would you like chicken or beef for dinner?” Jared asked as he held open the back door.
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Angie squirmed as Jared placed the food on the table. “Dig in,” he said after he took his seat. They both filled their plates.
Angie didn’t feel like talking. She wanted to rail at Jared for leaving her so frustrated, but she had a feeling her ire would be met with amusement.
The only good thing was she saw the bulge of his cock pushing against the fabric of his jeans before he sat down, and that made her feel better that she wasn’t alone in her frustration. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“I’m glad you’re eating since you didn’t eat a lot of lunch,” Jared said.
“My appetite came back.” She finished the last morsel on her plate.
“Good.” He stood and cleared the table.
Angie stood and waited by the table, unsure what to do. He returned, took her hand, and guided her to the third floor.
“We’re going to the bedroom where I’m staying?”
“No.” He turned left instead of right toward her room.
“This floor used to be Tyler’s living space.
When he and Becca moved to their own cabin, I redesigned it.
” He pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door at the end of the hall, and pushed it open.
With a sweeping motion of his hand, he announced, “Here’s where we will spend a lot of our time. ”
Angie stepped into the room, and he followed. The walls had been painted a soft gray, not too dark, but not too bright. A very large, free-standing bed dominated one wall. Another wall held a set of cabinets, six in total.
Equipment sat neatly lined up against another wall.
She could identify a spanking bench, but she had no clue about the other items. There were rings mounted to the walls and ceiling.
A tremor ran up her spine just thinking about how Jared could use those rings with her.
Then she spied a swing in the corner of the room.
Jared’s heat surrounded her before his hands closed over her hips. “This is my special playroom.” His breath brushed against her skin.
Angie was speechless. Is this a real BDSM dungeon? After she learned from Becca what the ranch was about, she’d seen pictures on various websites. But they didn’t prepare her for the real thing.
“In the bed, I can restrain you in any way I want.”
“But there’s no headboard.”
“Look closely at the bed.” Angie stared at the bed. “Do you see them? There are under-mattress restraints hanging down.”
“Clever.” It was, and she wondered what else he had hidden in the room.
He pointed out each item as he continued. “There is a small kneeler I can use for punishments, but a spanking bench for other things.”
Shivers chased each other through her veins. This room was straight out of her fantasies, and he said he’d redesigned the floor. How long had he been planning to bring a woman to this room? Her heart pounded.
“The chair in the back we’ll talk about later.”
Angie’s gaze focused on the chair. It looked like any other wooden chair.
“Depending on my mood, I may restrain you to the wall or the hard points in the ceiling. Plus, I do have a swing.” His lips touched her ear. “I can put you in that, and we’ll have so much fun as I push you, and you impale yourself on my cock.”
“And the cabinets?” His words were turning her on more than she thought possible. Maybe because he didn’t hold back.
“Let’s explore them. I want you to see what I have in store for you and make sure I don’t violate any limits you might have.” He released her waist.
With her knees shaking, Angie forced herself to walk over to the first cabinet. She kept her hands at her sides, not because she was afraid to open it, but she was waiting for Jared to give her permission.
“Open it,” he said, standing behind her once again.
Praying her hands didn’t tremble, she slid open the doors and gasped. There were rows of drawers and each was labeled. Vibrators, dildos, bullets and eggs, wands, and G-spot.
“Toy cabinet.” He pulled open the drawers.
“So I see.” Her pussy clenched. So much to explore. “I haven’t seen this many since I went to an adult store.”
“When did you visit this adult store?”
“A couple of years ago. I took Becca to get her first vibrator.”
“Then why so surprised?”
“In an adult store, I expect a variety, but…” She waved her hand at the drawers and the rest of the cabinets. “I’ve never seen anything like this in a private home.”
“I like to use any toy I want on my lover, as long as she doesn’t mind.” He closed all the but the dildo drawers. “I want my lover to be satisfied.”
Angie’s breath hiccupped. There were dildos from the size of her pinky finger all the way up to… A huge monster at the end. How had his other lovers reacted to this? She pushed the thought away, mainly because he said he’d only done this since Tyler moved out, and that was six months ago.
Jared pushed the drawer closed. “Go to the next cabinet and open it.”
She obeyed him. These drawers were labeled: body lotions, body jewelry, blindfolds, anal, cock rings. She glanced up at Jared when she got to the cock rings.
“These will enhance our play, especially when I show you the right way to use them. Keep going.”
One by one, Angie opened the cabinets. By the last one, she was a little bit in awe of what Jared had accumulated. Restraints, rope, handcuffs, floggers, paddles, canes, spreader bars, violet wand, and gags.
There were some items she never wanted to use, but others intrigued her. There was no way they could explore everything in two weeks, but the possibilities were there. “How many of these are we going to use?”
“As many as you want to try.” His arms encircled her waist and pulled her against him. His hard cock pressed into her ass, and she barely prevented herself from rubbing against his erection.
“Are you wet?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He stepped back.
Her gut tightened. He was going to leave her hanging again.
“Tomorrow, you will be in this room at twelve-thirty. There will be an outfit waiting for you on the bed. Put it on and wait for me. I will be here at one sharp. At that time, we will begin by discussing limits and consequences for things like disobedience and topping from the bottom.”
She shivered at the word punished. “What if I decide to leave in the morning?” Why did she say that? She had no intention of leaving. Exploring her sexual side with Jared would be safe. Wouldn’t it?
“Your last chance.” He turned her in his arms and cupped her chin and raised her face to his.
“If you’re here tomorrow afternoon, we will have the discussion I promised and explore and enjoy the things we will have learned about each other.
On the other hand, if you are not here and dressed as instructed, this will be over and done, and we will never know what could have been. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He brushed a kiss over her lips and nibbled his way to her ear. “Be prepared if you stay, because I’m going to tease, arouse, seduce, and fuck you until you scream. Then I’ll do it over and over again.” He released her.
All Angie could do was stare at his retreating back as he left the room. Her shoulders dropped, her breathing was short and choppy, and the abandonment feeling filled her. Jared had done it again: aroused her to the point of needing to be satisfied and left her hanging.
Well, he did say he was going to tease her. He was doing a damn good job of it. Her pussy clenched with need, and her skin was sensitive. She should be able to fix her arousal. She went to the first cabinet and opened the vibrator door.
Which one? There were so many. She ran her finger over the selections.
“No masturbation.”
Angie spun around to see Jared lounging against the door jamb, grinning. He was back; he hadn’t left her. Her spirits lifted. Then his words filtered into her brain. “What do you mean no masturbation?” He couldn’t mean that.
“Just what I said. Close the drawer and come out of the room. I’ll lock the door so you aren’t tempted.”
She huffed, closed the drawer, and marched over to him. He gestured for her to leave the room. That meant brushing by his hard body. Two can play at this game. As she passed him, her fingers grazed over his chest, lingering on his nipples. Once she was in the hall, he shut the door and locked it.
“You know I don’t have to have a vibrator to masturbate.”
“But you won’t.” His hands cupped her shoulders. “Anticipation. Think how sweet it will be tomorrow if you’re sexually unfulfilled today.”
“I guess you won’t be taking your pleasure either.” She lightly stroked his impressive bulge.
“I won’t.” He grasped her questing fingers and kissed each digit. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you. When I had your things moved, I kidnapped your battery-operated boyfriend.” He dropped her hand and left.
“Bastard,” she whispered, but she smiled. Jared was going to be a hard case to figure out, but she would. She liked puzzles.
Now to survive until tomorrow .