Description
Raoul crawled behind Alec to the dungeon door. He glanced around. Fake candles set in Gothic wall sconces sent a warm orange glow in pools along the passageway. The scent of leather, men, and candlewax hung heavy in the air. The door creaked open and he followed Alec’s boots inside a dim room. His heart pounded. Lord, he had slipped a cog agreeing to do a scene with an edge playing Dom. He glanced up. Alec moved like a cat, dark and sleek, across the room. The man placed the bag on a bench then took a cigarette lighter from his pants pocket and strolled around igniting fat wax candles. Raoul trembled. The Dom ignored him and returned to the table. With slow deliberation, he removed items from his bag and laid them on the table. A flogger sat close to the edge with long ribbons dangling. Then he took out a pair of leather half gloves and pulled them on. He stretched his long fingers then fisted his hands.
“Come here.” Alec’s voice echoed around the room.
A shiver of awareness slithered down Raoul’s spine. He staggered to his feet and moved to the place Alec indicated beneath a chain hanging from the ceiling. His Dom moved closer and the warm musky scent of him washed over him. He bit his bottom lip to push down the swell of fear, but his traitorous cock swelled and tingled with anticipation. Later, Master Alec would take him, hard and fast. Sex was on the menu, and the idea both thrilled and terrified him.
Alec flicked his dark gaze over him before he snapped handcuffs around his wrists and raised his hands high. Attached to the overhead chain, Raoul balanced precariously on the balls of his feet. He wanted a blindfold to hide the emotions building up inside him. He bit back the request and dropped his head.
“I want your feet on the floor and your attention on me. I’m not some faceless Dom using you for his own pleasure. From now, no blindfolds, you will know who is fucking you.” Alec moved toward the wall and turned the winch to lower the chain. “You will watch me at all times. When I am behind you, look at my reflection in the mirror.” He wheeled a large mirror in front of Raoul. “Do you understand?”
Fuck! “Yes, Master.”
