Club Helix: The Power Games by Brynley Bush Page B

wrists with the same fabric he used on my ankles, and within seconds I’m immobilized, once again helpless and at his mercy, open to him.
    “This is a spanking bench,” he says softly.
    My buttocks clench in response to his words as I brace myself for the inevitable blow. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest as his hand caresses the curve of my ass. He chuckles.
    “I’m not going to spank you on the bench today, Ava. One day, but not today. This is just for the photo shoot. But I will take advantage of your rather compromised position to explore what’s mine.”
    He places both hands on my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. I want to die with mortification. I try to squirm away, but the restraints are tight. He can do whatever he wants. He casually presses his finger against the tight whorl.
    “Have you ever been taken here?” he asks quietly.
    I think about lying—after all, I’m supposed to be an experienced sub—but then I remember his threat from dinner and I reconsider.
    “No,” I whisper.
    “You are quite possibly too good to be true,” he says musingly.
    Fortunately, he doesn’t press the issue, either literally or figuratively. Instead he moves his fingers to explore my sex, using his thumb and forefinger to massage and stroke my outer lips, squeezing them together and then pulling back until the hood of my clitoris is exposed. I can feel my wetness against his hand as I silently beg him to touch me there. Instead he smacks my clit lightly with his fingers, sending tiny tremors rippling through me as he tells the photographer to take more photos.
    He leaves me there for what seems like a lifetime, and then he’s unfastening the restraints and removing the blindfold, covering my nakedness with the robe.
    “It’s time to go, Ava.” The words come from another time and place. I don’t want to go. I need release from this all-consuming haze of want that Roman has created. I look up at him in confusion.
    “It’s time for dinner. We’ll get our instructions for the group event for tomorrow, and then there’s a movie screening for all of the contestants.”
    What? No! I don’t want dinner or a movie. I just want Roman to finish what he started, dammit.
    “And then?” I ask, hating the needful yearning in my voice.
    “And then we’ll get some sleep,” he says resolutely, making it clear I’m not going to get what I want. “The games begin tomorrow.”

Chapter Eight
    Roman
    “Incredible,” Logan marvels, tossing the photos I’d printed out and brought to show him across the desk. “These would be perfect for the print and website advertising campaign for the Helix Room.”
    He picks up the one of Ava displayed on the pedestal, blindfolded with her arms chained above her and her nipples clamped. “This one is phenomenal. I’ve never seen a picture that so perfectly captures the sheer beauty of submission.”
    He’s right. Ava’s face, usually so composed, betrays her every emotion. Her lips are parted, her stance emphasizing her utter vulnerability, her expression a blend of innocence and strength. She’s the epitome of the unadulterated power of surrender.
    “I don’t know what stroke of genius possessed you to take her to the Helix Room for the photo shoot, but I’m damned glad you did,” he continues. “Do you think she’ll sign a release to let us use these images for advertising? We could pay her a generous modeling fee.”
    “I honestly don’t know. She comes across so innocent in many ways but oddly worldly in others. I think she could use the money, but I don’t know how she’ll feel about having such an intimate photo of herself plastered everywhere. Let’s have lunch tomorrow, and you can talk to her about it,” I suggest before heading out to do some shopping to prepare for the games this evening.
    I’ve left my submissive to her own devices this morning, although I’ve promised her a beating if she touches herself or gets herself off in my absence.