Page 80 of Disciplining Dana
“Considering the look on his face, I’d tend to agree.” Kurt placed his hand in the small of her back. “Shall we?”
Dana nodded, and as Kurt guided her through the lounge, around the bar, then down the six steps into the Dungeon proper, she put any thoughts of Sadie, Derek, and the drink he owed her out of her head. Since it was spring now, and a Friday night, there were more people here than there had been previously. As they wove through the room, a frisson of excitement built within her for whatever Kurt had in mind, including what might be in the black bag he’d picked up from somewhere while he’d been gone.
“Here we go,” Kurt said as they came to a stop in front of one of the pieces of furniture that dotted the space.
Ooh.
Kurt turned her to face him. “So, Dana, as you pointed out to Derek, I did make you a promise earlier today. Are you ready for me to honor it?”
She tilted her head toward the St. Andrew’s Cross behind them. “On that?”
“I don’t know...” Kurt cupped her chin, trapping it between thumb and forefinger. “Have you been a good girl, Dana?”
“Uh, no! But I like being a bad girl.”
The grin that comment earned was almost as good as the sex they’d be having later.
“Ah. So, you admit you were a bad girl today?”
“Absolutely not! I did nothing wrong, sir.”
“But you just said you were a bad girl.”
“Oh, puh-leeze,” she shot back. “You know exactly what I meant.”
“Touché,” he replied, the grin turning into a full-blown smile. Gazing into her face, his look slowly turned from warm to heated. An expression that sent a thrill pooling into a very specific part of her the way it had for more than eight years now.
And hopefully for as many and more to come.
“Take off your clothes, Dana.”
Yes.
She complied, and as she stripped, Kurt put down the bag he’d brought with him, unzipping it to rummage through its contents.
“Okay,” he said, gripping her shoulder as she finished, “turn around, face in.”
Dana spun until she faced the dark, polished wood of the giant X. Kurt guided her into position, then spread her arms and legs as he strapped her to the cross.
As he completed cinching the last binding, Dana asked, “So, what are you punishing me for?”
“When did I say I was punishing you?”
“Umm…” She twisted her head to glance left and right. “You’ve got me bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross?”
“And is it in the corner?”
“Well, it’s pointed toward a corner. Sorta.” She allowed a tiny pause before she continued, filling her tone with sass. “I thought maybe you were expanding your repertoire. You know, broadening your horizons…”
“Really, Dana? That’s the card you want to play right now?”
“I’m just a poor boy from a poor family…”
Kurt gave an elaborate sigh. “I’m not going to lie; thanks to that, I’m really, really, going to enjoy this.”
Dana grinned wickedly. “Glad I could help.”
Kurt stepped closer, his voice a caress as he whispered in her ear. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to enjoy it, too.”
