Not Safe for Work(17)

I pushed myself off him before I got too carried away, and reached for the door. As I did, I flashed him a grin. “Welcome to the dungeon.”

He gulped, and I pushed open the door.

I went in first, gesturing for him to follow me, and quietly let him take in his surroundings.

I’d never been fond of the dungeons that showed up in pornos. They were always cold and sparse with a lot of bare wood and concrete, like something that could double as a horror movie set. That just wasn’t the ambiance I wanted. After half a decade of work, my basement/dungeon was my ideal place for kinky scenes.

The atmosphere was nothing like any other dungeon I’d been to, and exactly like I wanted it. The floors were covered with thick, black mats, the kind weightlifters used to keep from denting the gym floor. I did have one small area of bare concrete, but that was only really used to punish submissives who’d misbehaved and needed to kneel on a cold, hard surface until they were ready to try again. Everywhere else, though, I preferred some padding in case someone stumbled or collapsed. And, hell, I wanted to be comfortable too—concrete was murder on the knees, especially if I had to be on my feet for any length of time, which I usually did.

The windows had all been covered so the neighbors couldn’t see in, but I’d had false windows painted on the walls. Judging by the number of subs who’d eyed those “windows” during scenes, the illusion had the intended effect—making them feel exposed and in full view of anyone who happened by. Of course, if a sub was truly uncomfortable with that, the false windows could be covered as well, but I’d had quite a few who liked it. Some who really got off on it—on being naked, tied, f*cked and believing that at any moment, someone could see them like that.

Along the walls were cupboards where I kept everything from bondage tape to bandages, not to mention an ample supply of lube and condoms. A case of bottled water, a first aid kit, lotions and massage oils—I had everything down here. We could survive the apocalypse and never run out of entertainment.

I was quiet for a while, letting Rick take in his surroundings and the vulnerability of standing here naked in a room like this. He was still obviously turned on, but he was difficult to read aside from his wide eyes.

Finally, he took a breath. “This is impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ve got a little of everything, don’t you?”

“I’ve been accumulating it for a few years. Amazing how quickly a handful of toys turns into”—I gestured at the racks—“that.”

“Sounds like me with books.” He chuckled. “A little stack suddenly turned into a library that has even bigger stacks on the floor because I’ve run out of room.”

“Yeah, that’s about what happened here.”

“So I see.” As he looked over everything on the rack, I watched all the places his eyes stopped—the spreader bars. The Wartenberg wheel. My modest collection of cock cages.

From behind, I wrapped my arms around him, his body heat radiating through my clothes. “There are so many things I want to do to you in here.”

He shivered, laying his arms over the top of mine. “I can’t even imagine where to start.”

“You leave that to me.” I kissed the side of his neck.

His breath hitched slightly.

Another kiss, this time right behind his ear. “I could always send you to work with your cock and balls in a cage.”

He tensed, turning his head slightly, and I was pretty sure his gaze went straight to the small collection of cages hanging below the spreader bars.

I grinned against his skin. “I can just imagine you wearing one of those during a meeting.”

“I wouldn’t—” He swallowed. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

“Well then. I guess we’d be even, wouldn’t we?”

“Oh really?”

“You have no idea how much you distract me. Even before I realized you were”—I pulled him back against me, pressing my clothed erection against his bare ass—“my type.”

Rick exhaled hard. “We’re never getting anything done in a meeting again, are we?”

“Probably not. But we’re going to get plenty done here tonight.”

His fingers twitched on top of mine.

Where to start, where to start?

My mind kept going back to one fantasy, and though it didn’t involve any of the myriad toys I kept in this room, it turned me on so much, I couldn’t see straight.

I let him go and gestured at the floor. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

Rick didn’t even hesitate. He went to his knees, then forward onto his hands.

“Good.” I squeezed his shoulder gently. “Very good.”

He glanced up at me and smiled. Blood pounded in my ears—his pupils were already dilated.

I stepped away, opened a cupboard and took out a condom and some lube. When I turned around, I paused. He was watching me, eyes wide and forehead creased, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than him on his knees on my dungeon floor, naked, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to him.

I set the condom and lube between his shoulder blades and knelt behind him. Rick fidgeted, obviously trying not to dislodge everything on his back, and I chuckled.