Shadow of the Moon by Rebecca York

Author:Rebecca York
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-08-25T11:55:00+00:00

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"GO OUTSIDE," SHE urged, opening the door.

He had gotten himself into this, thinking she was going to be shy about assuming a dominant role. Now he couldn't very well refuse to play, not after she was making it a kind of test.

So he walked outside onto the patio under the deck and sat in one of the Adirondack chairs facing the park. When she closed the door behind him, the sound vibrated along his nerve endings.

He sat staring out at the rain, watching it hit the leaves of the trees. When he glanced at his watch, ten minutes had passed.

He lasted another eight minutes before looking again. Probably making him wait like this was part of her plan. If she was trying to up his tension level, she was doing a good job.

She kept him on the deck for twenty-five minutes. He was about to get up and find out where she was, when she came to the door.

"I'm ready for you," she said in a stern voice.

He stood. "Okay."

"I will be your master, and you will be my slave. You agree to those rules?"

He swallowed. "Yes. What are you planning to do?"

"Slaves get punished for asking questions."

"Did you get that out of a book?"

"Don't you give me credit for any imagination? Or are you too chicken to play?"

"No," he snapped, giving away more than he liked with his reaction.

She slid her gaze over him, making it difficult for him to simply stand with his arms at his sides. "You're the one who said we had to be comfortable with our roles before we went into the Eighteen Club."

He answered with a tight nod.

"This is where you find out if you can let me take control, give directions…" She hesitated for a moment, then added, "And inflict strong sensation."

That last part gave him pause. But he followed her into his exercise room and looked around. One of his pieces of equipment was a stand with a bar where he could chin himself. She had moved the bar as high as it would go.

"Take off your shoes and socks and jeans. Leave on your T-shirt and underwear."

He hadn't known exactly what to expect from her—or from himself. But following her directions was strangely arousing. And embarrassing, too. Because he couldn't hide the erection bulging at the front of his boxers.

She had brought a small table into the room and covered it with a towel. Reaching under the covering, she produced one of his old ties.

"This is hideous."

"Thanks."

"No comments from you, if you please." She held up the tie, her lip curling as she inspected it. "About all it's good for is tying your hands. Stand between the parallel uprights and raise your arms, so I can tie you to the top bar."

He complied, watching her bring over the step stool so she could easily reach over her head.

"Why don't you grip the bar? That's probably the most comfortable position for you."

He did, and she used the tie to secure his wrists.

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