Before he stood, he nipped the cleft of my ass with his teeth, sending a thrill through me. "Turn around." When I did, he bit back a groan to say, "My God, you are lovely."
A guttural yell from the circus ring drew my attention, but he pinched my chin, bringing my focus back to him. "Pay attention only to me. I'll tell you when you can look again."
So I'd be able to hear--yet not see? My imagination was going to run wild.
Releasing me, he crossed to one of the room's draped shapes. He uncovered a table topped with an extensive assortment of toys, paddles, and various bondage gear. There were a lot of items I'd never seen--and couldn't determine a purpose for.
He returned with four leather cuffs, tossing three on the settee. They were thick, lined with padded cloth, each with a large metal ring sewn into the middle.
With a kiss to my right wrist, he buckled the first cuff. A kiss to my left wrist preceded the next.
Dropping to one knee, he lifted my right foot to rest on his thigh. He caressed my ankle as he coiled leather around it.
This process was a foreplay all its own, whetting my arousal even more. As he buckled the last cuff, I peered down at my body, at my striking leather bonds. This was truly happening! When he stood, I went to my toes to give him an adoring kiss across his lips.
I drew back, gazing up at him, letting him see all I was feeling.
Desire, affection, excitement . . . and more.
"I think I see the hope you spoke of earlier." You do. "My Natalya comes to such a place and feels that? I wonder what else you feel. What you feel for me?"
Too much! I pressed my lips together.
"I'll get that answer from you soon enough. Now, come." He led me over to a dais beside the tool table. I glanced up with a thread of trepidation to see a chain dangling from the ceiling.
He smoothed his palms down my arms, then raised them over my head, locking the cuff rings to a loop in the chain. Though he hadn't suspended me, I was definitely held fast.
"Spread your legs," he said, kneeling beside me.
Trust him, Nat. I tentatively eased my feet apart.
"Wider." He put pressure on the inside of a cuff.
Once I'd spread my legs wide, he attached the right cuff to a recessed bolt in the floor that I hadn't seen. He affixed the left cuff to another hidden bolt, each click and snap only heightening this spine-tingling anticipation.
He rose, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Behind his mask, his golden eyes roamed over me.
I was well and truly bound. I had to choke down a spike of panic. I might've gone too far.
No, no, no. Nothing could signal my trust more than giving up total control to this man. And, in turn, he would trust me more.
Right?
His gaze narrowed intently on my bustier. With his attention distracted, I could have peeked at the orgy. The glass stretched before me, a tantalizing portal, but I refused to look until he told me I could--even when I heard the crack of a bullwhip slice through the air.
With great relish, Sevastyan began unhooking each individual eyelet of the bustier from the bottom up. When I'd donned it earlier, I'd noticed that there was a profusion of hooks. Now I realized why; unwrapping his belonging was part of the ritual for him--one he obviously savored.
As did I. Soon his roughened hands would replace the material. . . .
When he unfastened the last taut hook, my breasts spilled free, the sight earning a groan from him. He discarded the garment, then turned to my thong, ripping it on one side.
Over the sound of my gasps, he rent the other side, letting the wet material land between my legs.
Except for my mask, I was nude; he remained dressed.
Raking his gaze over my body, he yanked on his shirt collar, popping a few buttons free at his throat. "I did choose your mask deliberately."
"Why a butterfly?"
He met my eyes. "Because you're elusive to me. Because I haven't caught you yet." He reached forward to roll my nipples between his fingers until they jutted lewdly, until I was arching up for more.
Before leaving me, he gave each of my breasts a light slap--which I found almost reassuring. He returned with two slim metal bars. My pulse quickened when I recognized what they were: the clamps from the picture I'd shown him, the two conductor's wands--except these had a sexy chain attached to the ends that would loop down toward my navel.
"Are you ready to be tested, Natalya?" He began screwing the bars down over my straining nipples, as far away from the tips as possible.
The pinch was biting, but I didn't shy away. Hadn't I specifically asked for this?
Once he'd secured the bars, I looked down, startled by how turned on I was by the view. Seeing it in a magazine was provocative. Seeing my own nipples like this was . . . sublime.
"Look at you. Bound and clamped for my pleasure. How long I've imagined this."
"Is it everything you hoped it would be?"
"Better. Ideal'naya." Unimprovable.
His husky compliment only added to the stimulation, so I aired a very real fear: "Sevastyan, what if I come before you want me to?"
I heard him exhale a stunned breath. He'd never thought I would do it. He'd set me up to take a fall. Sometimes I'm quite all right with falling, asshole.
"Very well. They'll see my woman." I got the sense that he hated the idea of displaying me. Caught by his own trap?
I had been ogling those in the circus ring; soon they'd return the favor. Tit for tat. I almost laughed hysterically.
"It's not often that one of these rooms is revealed," Sevastyan said. "This will be a treat for them, and for the other rooms as well."
I'd forgotten about the other rooms, with their hidden occupants who would not be giving me tat. But there was no going back; he'd pressed the button.