Page 81 of Not Safe For Work

I took his hand. “So, you remember how I said that once I wasn’t working all those absurd hours, I’d make it up to you?” I led him toward the basement door. “I’m doing that tonight.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

We headed down the basement stairs. In my brain, images of the future rolled like a psychic porno, showing me every way the evening could possibly play out, and I was lucky I could navigate the stairs without busting my ass. This was going to be hot. So hot and so long overdue.

Halfway down the stairs, I pulled him into my arms and kissed him again. All the equipment could wait a little longer. I couldn’t.

He touched my jaw and nudged gently, as if asking me to tip my head back. When I did, he descended on my neck, and I pressed back against the wall just to keep from melting at his feet.

“You’re addictive, you know that?” He kissed beneath my jaw. “Can’t…can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Likewise. Always thinking about you.” I swallowed, shivering when my throat pressed against his lips. “And everything I’ve got planned for tonight. Jesus, Rick…”

“I can’t wait.”

“Then let’s not wait anymore.” I pushed him back, and we continued down the stairs. I could’ve made out with him against that wall until the end of time, but if we didn’t get this scene started soon, I was going to go up in flames.

I flicked on the lights, and as soon as Rick stepped into the room, his gaze went straight to the center of the room, and his eyes widened. “What…the hell…”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his waist. “Never seen anything like that before, have you?”

“Not outside of a medieval torture museum, no.”

“Well, it will get you saying ‘oh God’ repeatedly, so I suppose they could’ve used it during the Inquisition.”

He turned to me, and his eyes got even bigger.

I shrugged. “What?”

He eyed me, then looked at the machine again, and I let him just stare at it for a moment. It was an odd-looking device, of course—a complex system of wheels and gears attached to a long metal arm. At the end of the arm was a thick dildo, and especially with the black vinyl table in front of it, the purpose was fairly self-explanatory. So were the coils of rope stacked neatly in the middle of the table.

“I’m in charge now.” My Dom voice felt good, and Rick’s whole body tensed. I slid my hands down his sides, and then around to his stomach, and murmured in his ear, “Right now, I’m going to tie you down. Make sure you can’t move at all. And then I’m going to turn that thing on.”

A shiver ran through him, and I doubted he’d even tried to mask it.

“And then,” I went on, “I’m going to watch it fuck you.”

Rick licked his lips. “Holy shit.”

“You will not come until I give you permission. Understood?”

“Understood.” He paused. After a moment, he turned to me, and Jesus, he already had that look in his eyes—semi-glazed, hungry, no sign of the powerful CEO.

Hello, submissive Rick. It’s been a while.

I let him go and nodded toward the setup. “Strip, and then lie back on the table.”

Before I’d even finished the sentence, he was unbuttoning his shirt. While he undressed, I rolled my sleeves to the elbows and moved the coils of rope out of the way.

When he was naked, I just gazed at him for a moment, taking in the sight of his beautiful body, and decided it had been much too long since I’d touched him, but I’d wait. I’d stay in control. I’d touch him after I drove him out of his mind.

“Table.” I nodded toward it. “Now.”

As ordered, he climbed on. Lying on his back, he gazed up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

I touched his arm. “You okay?”