Sing: Suited for Sin: Book One by Angel Payne

Author:Angel Payne [Payne, Angel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64263-113-5
Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Chapter Thirteen

Hell.

David didn’t have to look at Dasha to read the word on her mind. He felt it in the wrench of her hand against his, in the way she stopped as if suddenly glued down. She thought he’d brought her to hell, and he figured that was exactly what he’d think too—if his first trip to a BDSM dungeon had been to one like this.

He couldn’t wait to prove just the opposite to her.

The room was a labyrinth of steel, velvet, machinery, and luxury. Muted lighting made certain corners more mysterious than others—these were the places where his favorite electric playthings resided next to padded platforms with selective hard points—while flesh-gelled spotlights directed the eye toward the more elaborate equipment: a St. Andrew’s cross, a stand-up cage, a swing with retractable pins, a spanking bench, a spreader stockade, and other elaborate pieces, all accented with red crushed-velvet cushions. On one wall, a backlighted chest was filled with handheld tools of all kinds: floggers, paddles, Wartenberg wheels, clamps, canes, and a multitude more. In the center of the dungeon, a half dozen heavy steel rings hung from the ceiling, already prepped with red and black ropes that hung to the floor. A box of carabiner hooks waited nearby, ready to assist with the most elaborate bondage a Dom could dream up.

By the look in Kress’s eyes, those dreams were already running rampant.

Past a dropped jaw, the guy stammered, “Holy mother of…”

“Mention fruit and you’re a dead man,” David snapped.

“I’m already dead. That’s got to be the explanation for this.”

“Helps to know a few people in the specialty real estate market.”

“Specialty is right. When you said a surprise, I thought you meant a couple of new toys, not a whole toy room.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Bastard.”

Beside him, Dasha fidgeted. He watched her stare roam over the furniture again, stopping to notice the hooks and chains on each…knowing they were meant to hold her in place while Kress meted out a punishment far beyond what he’d ever done with her. Conflict raced across her face. Clearly, she wondered if she should cry her safe word—though if she did, what would she have passed up?

The question weighed just as heavily on him.

He shifted his grip from her hand to her wrist. As she looked up to him again, he hardened his face in equal proportion. “You have the option of your safe word. You know that.”

Please don’t use it. For fuck’s sake, please don’t use it.

She nodded. He tightened his hold, hoping it made her decision a bit tougher—hating himself and thanking himself for it.

Her muscles eased, a tiny yet discernible surrender.

Yessss.

“Let’s get on with it,” he told Moridian. “I’ve got a naughty girl here who’s eager to pay her punishment.”

Kress stepped forward, laser-beaming her with his own regard. David’s chest filled with pride when she maintained her proud stance, despite flicking one more glance to the exit. “Yes,” said Moridian, “you certainly do, don’t you?”

“Where do you want to get creative first?” he asked.

One end of the guy’s mouth curled up.

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