Heavenly darted a curious gaze at the particular cock and lowered her lashes. “That one looks capable of…whatever.” She glanced into the next room. “So what’s over there?”
Holding in a laugh at her abrupt change of subject, he followed her as she moved to investigate a particular bronze sculpture illuminated by a spotlight in an otherwise shadowy room. A naked woman lay across a pedestal with her dangling legs spread wide, breasts thrust up in ecstasy. She cupped one, thumbing the nipple, as a man gripped her hips and knelt between her thighs, burying his face in between.
Heavenly froze, stared, lips parted, not breathing for long moments. Finally, she let out a shuddering breath. The musky scent of her arousal rose in the air.
Saliva pooled in Beck’s mouth. He closed his eyes to savor her for a guilty moment. Then he bit back the promise that he’d eat her pretty pussy until she came hard and often. It would be so easy to whisper that against her ear and let the chips fall…
But he said nothing. Not in public, not before he’d had time to analyze tonight’s findings. Not until he was certain they could be as compatible in bed as the date at Disney had convinced him they were out of it.
Another shiver rippled through her. His blood pumped hotter and harder, further testing his control. His brain burned with images of tumbling her into his bed, sliding his tongue up her thighs, and teasing every slick fold. Then he’d suckle her swollen nub for the sheer pleasure of hearing her keen his name just before he latched his mouth over her untouched pussy and drank in all her hot virgin cream.
Beck opened his mouth to break the tension between them—no idea what to say since his hunger to claim this girl was quickly approaching desperate. Instead, Heavenly’s stare remained riveted on the statue and she let out a soft, wistful sigh.
Tamping down another frustrated growl, he glanced around the room for a distraction—and found Pike standing in the doorway. The cocky, tattooed DM from Shadows wore a mocking grin as he all but undressed Heavenly with his stare.
Beck’s temper flared. Rolling his shoulders back, he curled his hands into fists, drew in a deep breath, and shot the prick a glare. Pike merely smirked, gave him a mocking salute, then strolled away.
“Who was that?” Heavenly asked. “He looks familiar.”
He couldn’t out Pike—or himself. “Nobody you want to know. You want to talk about that?”
When he gestured to the bronze couple, she shook her head, a rosy flush still hueing her cheeks. “Let’s move on.”
He fisted his shaking hands as they ambled into an adjoining, well-lit room filled with Joshua Lars’s stunning collection of statues.
They both stood silently awed at the elaborate detail and lifelike expressions of each piece. The snow-white sculpture of a sub kneeling on a pillow, bound in ropes, and wearing a bright red blindfold especially captured Heavenly’s interest. Her breathing fell shallow. From this angle, he noticed her nipples draw tight as she fidgeted restlessly.
Beck almost lost his composure and restraint.
Her reaction was much the same when she spied a sculpture depicting a sub lying across an ornately set dinner table, arms bound above her head as if she was the meal. Above her, someone dripped fresh drops of red wax across her breasts.
To the right of that piece, they found a two-toned statue of a sun-kissed man behind a pale woman who bent forward on her knees, arms bound behind her back. He clutched her hips, thumbs sinking into her round ass as he buried himself balls deep inside her, head forever tossed back in ecstasy.
The kitten-soft moan that slid past Heavenly’s lips almost undid Beck. Somehow, he managed not to reach for her, but sweat beaded his brow as the fantasy of taking Heavenly the same way spooled through his head. He’d barely absorbed the fact that she seemed all too open to being dominated and fucked when she tore her gaze to the right and stared slack-jawed at another piece hanging on the wall.
The stark black-and-white photo held a gut-punch far more visceral than any image he’d seen all night.
A naked woman stood against a post, hands tied above her head. Behind her, a fully dressed man reached around her body. The fingers of one hand sank into her breast. The palm of the other silenced her by pressing tightly against her mouth. A startled mixture of pain, fear, and ecstasy filled the woman’s eyes.
The image screamed that she was helpless at her Master’s mercy.
Beck scrutinized Heavenly’s slightly dilated pupils. She seemed transfixed, the pulse point at her neck thrumming wildly.
“Will he hurt her?” she asked softly.
“He might, temporarily. Do you think she’s afraid?”
“No. Her body is…almost relaxed. She wants this.”
For him to play rough. To surprise, startle, and maybe even scare her. “Very observant, little girl. Everything they’ll do is consensual.” He mulled his next move and took a calculated risk. “You like this one.”
“I-it’s intriguing.”
She whispered the words as if afraid of her own desires. All the while, her nipples pebbled even more, jutting beneath the fabric of her dark dress as her chest rose and fell raggedly. The pungent scent of her arousal strengthened, nearly knocking him to his knees.
Heavenly had wicked fantasies of being taken and used and made to perform at a Dominant’s command.
Jesus, they needed to skip the fucking dessert he’d planned so he could take her home, tie her up in pretty shibari knots, and awaken this innocent virgin.
But it was far too soon. None of what he wanted from her—and what she seemingly wanted from a man—would work without trust. He had to know how much she would extend to him before they went any further.
As they left the gallery and walked to his car, Beck held her close to his side. “What did you think of your
