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Colette bent over, her breasts flattening against the cold leather of the top piece. She lifted one leg, getting her knee into place.

She put her cheek on the headrest and paused, watching Landon with one foot still on the floor. He’d buttoned his pants, but was still deliciously shirtless

“Need help?” He stroked her ass as he stood beside her, his other hand resting on her back.

Colette arched into his touch. “If I say yes, it would be a lie. I can do it myself, but I was hoping you’d touch me.”

“Careful.” He swatted her ass once. “Not all touches are the same.”

She yelped at the spank, but pressed up onto the ball of her foot, again arching into his hand like a cat as he petted her ass. He moved towards her feet, the hand that had stroked her butt following the line of her leg, until he gripped her ankle.

Landon guided that knee into place, then buckled the straps over her calves. Colette twisted to watch.

“These are all adjustable.” He circled to the top of the bench and started fiddling with the arm rest. “Gives me options.”

“Options?” She prompted, wanting more details.

“Yes. Put your arms on these now.” He tapped the padded platforms.

Colette did, blinking in surprise. He’d moved the arm rests up so that once she braced her elbows and forearms on them, she was no longer laying on the upper platform, but instead raised up off it, her upper body at a forty-five-degree angle. Landon reached for her dangling breasts, plucking her nipples.

Colette threw back her head, moaning.

“Options,” he said again. “Like the option of making sure I can still play with these while you’re strapped down.” He gently gripped and then bounced her tits in his big hands.

“I like options,” she breathed.

“I need some toys.” Landon touched her chin, and she looked up. “Do you want me to unstrap your legs while I go get my kit?”

“No, I’m okay.”

He frowned slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. And unless you’re going to strap my arms too, I can get myself out if I have to.”

His gaze searched hers before he nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

When he opened the door, sound poured into the room—the distant thump of music, voices of people in the hall, some just outside the door. The club was open. This playroom wasn’t soundproof, it was more like it she hadn’t noticed the sounds filtering in until now.

She’d been too caught up in Landon.

Colette let her head hang down between her arms.

She loved him.

She would never tell him. At least not using those words. He probably knew, or at least suspected, the depth of her feelings for him, the same way she was sure that he loved her. He hadn’t said it, but the things he had said…

Unless he was an excellent liar. Or prone to hyperbole during periods of high emotion. Either could be true.

Luckily, he returned before she could spiral down that corkscrew line of thinking.

She twisted, watching as he opened his kit on the padded table to her left. He turned, carrying something small and silver in his hand. It jingled as he walked.

“I thought you said I was too sensitive for nipple clamps.” Her voice was husky with desire.

“You might be, but I want to see those pretty nipples hurting.” He reached beneath her and pulled and twisted her left nipple.

Colette arched her back, thrusting her chest towards him as she let her head fall back.