tonight, but then you decided to pay me a visit.”
Wesley’s smile returned as he leaned an elbow on the edge of the piano to rest. “I’d be honored with a show. What were you planning on doing with her?”
“Perhaps I’ll begin with floggers?”
Wesley wrinkled his nose at the notion. “No, too boring. I want to see her turn red, then purple.”
I stiffened but tried to keep my calm, focusing more on Eric’s warm hand touching me.
“We’ll have to keep strict rules for something like that. I haven’t had much time to teach her the last few days, and I don’t want to ruin her first experiences with pain.”
“If you’d stop fucking them so much, then maybe they’d learn something, Eric,” Wesley snarled.
“My teaching methods come…with time,” Eric replied and then both men laughed at the joke.
“Well, get her chained up and let’s start,” Wesley said happily. Eric’s hand slipped away and I heard him stand.
“Crawl to the playroom,” he ordered.
I dropped to my hands. “Yes, Master.”
The walk down the hall was excruciating. I felt two gazes on me the entire time I crawled, though both of them carried on a conversation about work as if nothing was happening. Wesley was a gynecologist, the same as Eric, except his expertise was in the delivery room, surprisingly enough. I would have never pegged him for an obstetrician. Seeing what I had of him so far made me wonder what he was like with a doctor’s coat on. They followed me while I led us into the dark room on the right. While the lights clicked on and then dimmed low, I crawled to the center and placed my shaking hands behind my head to wait. Eric walked in first, followed casually by Wesley, who was still talking about his Aston Martin.
“Of course,” he added and leaned his side against the frame of the door, “it’s no McLaren.”
Eric gave a nod to show him he was listening, but didn’t take the bait in a rebuttal. He walked to the cabinet filled with his supplies and opened the two doors. Inside were paddles, whips, floggers, and three canes lining the walls of the dresser. Each cane was thicker than the other, and all of them horrified me. I had seen paddles used before, and I had even seen whips and floggers in the videos I had watched, but it was the canes that got to me. Luckily Eric picked up a flogger first, much to Wesley’s dismay.
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re honestly going to use that?”
Eric held up the tool, studying it closely. “She’s still in training, Wesley, and I’ll choose what we play with tonight.” He looked down at me and stepped closer. “Have you ever had anyone flog you before?”
“No, Master,” I answered truthfully.
“And the whip?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Have you had anything done to your body other than me tying you up?” Eric asked, placing the flogger on my arm and slowly dragging it lightly up my shoulder. I shuddered and wet my lips.
“No, Master,” I said. I didn’t want him disappointed in me, having come to him with no previous experience. “But I would like to.”
I heard Eric chuckle. “As would I, Alexandra. I think tonight we’ll begin with a fast introduction to a few of my toys. There are going to be rules for when we play together. They are rules to keep both of us safe and also to make sure you get as much enjoyment out of this as I will.”
Wesley cleared his throat, and we both looked in his direction. He stood there, that same cocky grin on his face just as he looked at the piano bench.
“And Wesley shall get quite a lot of enjoyment out of this also, because his favorite color is red.”
“My favorite color is white, but whatever,” Wesley replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He walked over to the cabinet and began inspecting what was inside. While he was distracted, Eric crouched down, face-to-face with me. He tipped my chin up so our gazes met.
“Tonight, I’d like for us to set our ground rules, but I want
Wesley’s smile returned as he leaned an elbow on the edge of the piano to rest. “I’d be honored with a show. What were you planning on doing with her?”
“Perhaps I’ll begin with floggers?”
Wesley wrinkled his nose at the notion. “No, too boring. I want to see her turn red, then purple.”
I stiffened but tried to keep my calm, focusing more on Eric’s warm hand touching me.
“We’ll have to keep strict rules for something like that. I haven’t had much time to teach her the last few days, and I don’t want to ruin her first experiences with pain.”
“If you’d stop fucking them so much, then maybe they’d learn something, Eric,” Wesley snarled.
“My teaching methods come…with time,” Eric replied and then both men laughed at the joke.
“Well, get her chained up and let’s start,” Wesley said happily. Eric’s hand slipped away and I heard him stand.
“Crawl to the playroom,” he ordered.
I dropped to my hands. “Yes, Master.”
The walk down the hall was excruciating. I felt two gazes on me the entire time I crawled, though both of them carried on a conversation about work as if nothing was happening. Wesley was a gynecologist, the same as Eric, except his expertise was in the delivery room, surprisingly enough. I would have never pegged him for an obstetrician. Seeing what I had of him so far made me wonder what he was like with a doctor’s coat on. They followed me while I led us into the dark room on the right. While the lights clicked on and then dimmed low, I crawled to the center and placed my shaking hands behind my head to wait. Eric walked in first, followed casually by Wesley, who was still talking about his Aston Martin.
“Of course,” he added and leaned his side against the frame of the door, “it’s no McLaren.”
Eric gave a nod to show him he was listening, but didn’t take the bait in a rebuttal. He walked to the cabinet filled with his supplies and opened the two doors. Inside were paddles, whips, floggers, and three canes lining the walls of the dresser. Each cane was thicker than the other, and all of them horrified me. I had seen paddles used before, and I had even seen whips and floggers in the videos I had watched, but it was the canes that got to me. Luckily Eric picked up a flogger first, much to Wesley’s dismay.
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re honestly going to use that?”
Eric held up the tool, studying it closely. “She’s still in training, Wesley, and I’ll choose what we play with tonight.” He looked down at me and stepped closer. “Have you ever had anyone flog you before?”
“No, Master,” I answered truthfully.
“And the whip?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Have you had anything done to your body other than me tying you up?” Eric asked, placing the flogger on my arm and slowly dragging it lightly up my shoulder. I shuddered and wet my lips.
“No, Master,” I said. I didn’t want him disappointed in me, having come to him with no previous experience. “But I would like to.”
I heard Eric chuckle. “As would I, Alexandra. I think tonight we’ll begin with a fast introduction to a few of my toys. There are going to be rules for when we play together. They are rules to keep both of us safe and also to make sure you get as much enjoyment out of this as I will.”
Wesley cleared his throat, and we both looked in his direction. He stood there, that same cocky grin on his face just as he looked at the piano bench.
“And Wesley shall get quite a lot of enjoyment out of this also, because his favorite color is red.”
“My favorite color is white, but whatever,” Wesley replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He walked over to the cabinet and began inspecting what was inside. While he was distracted, Eric crouched down, face-to-face with me. He tipped my chin up so our gazes met.
“Tonight, I’d like for us to set our ground rules, but I want
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