“No, baby. To the people listening, it isn’t voyeurism as it is in the public scenes. To them we’re like any other members of the club—nameless, faceless patrons. The only time we’d ever come in contact with them is if they felt like the scene needed to end.”
“But we speak German. How will they know what we’re saying?”
Sebastian snaked an arm around me and pulled me forward. “The Lykaioses have enough technology in this place to know when, where, and what is said. Language isn’t a barrier. Adrian is a genius like his sister and the mastermind behind every piece of technology under the Lykaios umbrella.”
Before I could ask another question, Sebastian covered my lips with a finger. “No more talking unless I ask you a question.”
The change in his voice had all the hairs on the back of my neck prickling.
“When I release you, you will strip and kneel on the pillow by the cross.”
I glanced in the direction of the St. Andrew’s cross.
This was really going to happen. I’d wanted it. Wanted to feel the euphoria of letting someone else completely control my pleasure. Sebastian had dominated me from the beginning but there was always a push and pull between us. Here, I’d hand over the reins.
“Do you understand, Isa?” Sebastian’s question pulled me from my thoughts.
I swallowed and nodded.
“Give me the words.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Deception came to mind, but then I pushed it away. It no longer fit. Then I knew the word. It made sense. Others had forced us together, but the connection we had from the beginning was instantaneous.
I looked up at him. “Destiny.”
He fisted my hair, pulling me in for a deep, mind-numbing kiss before releasing me and moving to the back of the room.
“Strip and kneel by the cross.”
It was as if the energy of the room completely shifted into something I couldn’t describe but had every nerve in my body on high alert.
I reached behind me to lower the zipper of my dress, stepping out of it and setting it on a nearby table. Then I removed my bra and underwear.
When I reached down to undo the buckles of my sandals, Sebastian said, “Leave them.”
My nipples pebbled in response to the rough timbre of his voice, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.
I moved toward the pillow and lowered onto my knees. I wasn’t sure how to sit, so I positioned my thighs slightly apart and bottom on my heels as I’d seen some of the women do in the public scenes.
“Beautiful.”
His praise felt like a balm to my unsteady nerves.
I lowered my gaze, staring at the floor.
“Look at me. I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t look me in the eyes. We’re equals, Isa. This is you giving me your control in exchange for the pleasure I can give you. Remember, this is all about you. You’re the one with the power.”
He moved toward me. “The next time you kneel before me like this, we’re going to finish what you started in the jet’s cabin.”
I almost smiled but kept my face calm.
Sebastian offered me his hand, and I slid my palm over his. He walked me over to the St. Andrew’s cross, positioning my back against the cushioned center. He lifted both of my arms, strapping them together with the cuffs hanging from the top, and then bent to fasten my ankles to the lower beams.
Now I understood why he wanted me to wear my heels. It gave me the height I needed to be comfortable without stretching my body too much.
“At any time you feel it’s too much, you say your safe word. We’ll stop, no questions.”
He’d stopped when I’d used my safe word on our wedding night, so I trusted him. He wouldn’t push me any further than I could handle. When it came to sex and my life, I could trust him completely. It was everything else we had to work on.
“I know you will.”
His features softened and he ran a thumb over my lower lip before giving me a soft kiss. “I’m not good with words, Isa. Just know I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone.”
My throat burned, hearing the emotion in his words. One day I could only hope he gave me all of him.
“I do know.”
“I’ll protect you with my dying breath.”
“I’ll protect you too.”
“It’ll never come to that.” He kissed me again and the tenderness from a second before disappeared, replaced by a mask of complete control.
He reached over to a table near the cross, picking up a flogger, much like the one the Dom had used on his submissive at the club. The handle was black and the multitude of leather tails were in shades of red.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then we begin.”
I expected the sting of the flogger. Instead I felt the smooth handle rub over my nipples, circling each and then moving lower until it slid between the lips of my sex, grazing my clit.
My pussy flooded with desire, and a moan escaped my lips.
He teased my body with the handle for…I wasn’t sure how long, lulling me into a half-focused state.
When the first strike came, I wasn’t expecting it and gasped, jerking my bound arms and crying out as the pain shocked my system. Just as fast, it morphed into a dull ache.
“Breathe, baby.”
I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
My body was on fire and I wanted more.
“More, Baz.”
The next smack of the flogger had my mind clouding with pain and pleasure at the same time. Had I ever felt anything so incredible? The sting was something I’d crave again and again.
Sebastian began a tempo of strikes that had me arching into each kiss of the leather straps. Every inch of my exposed skin was on fire and burned with pleasure-pain unlike anything I could have imagined.
“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.”
Was he crazy?
My pussy dripped with my need for this man and what he
