Page 35 of Voodoo (Royal Bastards MC: Ankeny, IA 1)
Making the place somewhat homier, a couple of rugs were tossed on the polished concrete floor between an oversize couch and a couple of chairs. He’d even thought to add pillows, a few blankets, even refreshments. Really, there was no reason ever to leave.
“Have a look around. Make yourself familiar with all the things I’m going to use to torment you.”
She met his gaze, and his eyes were stoked with possessive heat.
“Everything is for you.”
Accepting his invitation, she crossed to a small bathroom, complete with a gorgeous glass-tile shower.
Then she wandered across the barn to a set of built-in drawers.
“Open them.”
Her mouth dried.
One held ropes and cuffs. Another had an assortment of butt plugs, including an inflatable one that terrified her.
He had vibrators and dildos—including one that was crafted from an enormous piece of glass, long and thick with raised veins. “You’ve thought of everything.”
“I’m sure we’ll be adding to it.”
She explored the rest of his offerings, opening a cabinet that held alcohol wipes, lubricants, and condoms.
But one thing seemed to be missing. “I don’t see collars or leashes.”
Master Michael shook his head. “After your experience, I assumed you’d have no interest.”
“That was…” Sydney struggled for words. He had honored everything she’d said. “Thoughtful, and I appreciate it.”
Maybe because he’d been so considerate, the idea of wearing one for him didn’t scare her.
“If you change your mind, we can shop together. Or I can purchase a few. Alternatively, I’ll give you my credit card so you can choose your own.”
Gratitude overwhelmed her.
“If you do, get one with studs on it to match your shoes.”
The image rocked chills through her.
“And add a leash while you’re at it.”
Her tummy plummeted in much the way it had when she’d headed straight down the hill on her bicycle near the Beaver Creek resort.
This—wild, wicked, slightly scary feeling—was what she liked best about BDSM and him.
“You’ll be glad to know we have both heating and air conditioning out here to keep you comfortable year-round.”
“You’re doing this for me, Sir?”
“For us,” he corrected. “I know how newness and adventure appeal to you. Coming up with something creative will keep me sharp and keep our relationship fresh. I was hoping you’d have the chance to see what I spent weeks building for you.”
She inhaled sharply.
“Anything in particular you’d like to start with?”
“Surprise me, Sir.”
“My pleasure.” With a hungry gaze, he devoured her. “Strip.”