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was going on in the many semi-private rooms at the club.
She’d seen a few sessions carried out on the feeds, though she had never watched them live since Saint and Boyce tended to play out their scenes where the whole world could see in the very public Court area.
This first window was set up to resemble a doctor’s room, complete with a nice, comfy padded examination table. Some of the pieces of equipment hanging neatly on the wall caused Grae to shiver. Though she wasn’t certain if it was from aversion or excitement. She’d never participated in a medical scene.
And she wouldn’t get to see one either as the room was empty.
She moved on to the next window.
The interior was shadowed, with walls comprised of large, dark stone blocks. Oversized sconces hung from elaborate hooks embedded in the stone, the flickering candles in the red globes casting interesting shadows on the wall.
This room was not vacant.
A naked submissive stood in the center of the room, her wrists suspended in the air by chains affixed to sleeves of red leather that laced her arms from wrist to shoulder. More red leather encased her legs, from hip to ankle, where another pair of chains had been shackled to large eye-bolts embedded in the floor.
If her bindings weren’t statement enough, she also teetered on glossy red platform stilettoes. Her long dark brown hair had been arranged in soft waves that swept away from her face in a style taken straight from the 1940’s. Her flawless makeup clearly reflected the same era and showed the sub had a flair for the dramatic.
Bright red welts stood out on her breasts and abdomen, showing that the scene had been going on for quite some time. From the glazed looked in the sub’s eyes, she was nestled far, far into subspace.
A tall, well-muscled Dom with closely cropped dark hair paced around the submissive in slow circles. As though he was calculating his next move. He was fully clothed in a very well-tailored suit and highly polished shoes. He also wielded a single tail whip. Every so often, he would skim his free hand over her waist, her hip, or even dip between her legs.
Grae caught the Dom’s faint smile as he rubbed together two fingers that he’d just removed from the sub’s pussy. His smile widened as he touched the tip of his tongue, savoring the flavor of his lover. After stepping back, he rewarded the sub with a caress of his whip.
The woman unleashed a wail laced with ecstasy. The Dom stepped back further, moving the whip in a smooth, sensual motion that caused the tail to snake across the stone floor. He struck unexpectedly, the leather cracking as it broke the sound barrier.
The sub didn’t move or even flinch as the Dom snapped the whip so it split the air, but didn’t touch her skin. With complete trust, she accepted the careful, patient care and attention the Dom was lavishing her with.
When the Dom arced his arm, and the single fall finally connected with her skin, the sub moaned loudly. The air was immediately filled with the sound of her begging for more. The harder he struck her, the louder the woman begged.
Grae watched in fascination when the Dom walked away from the sub, denying her. As he approached one of the tall columns, he unfastened the buttons on his jacket. He looped the whip several times and hung the coiled item from a hook. His suit jacket followed, a shock of light gray against the dark column.
As he paced back to the submissive, he carefully folded back his shirt cuffs. Grae’s eyes grew wide as she spied a black leather sheath strapped to the Dom’s left wrist. Light glinted on the silver blade the man extracted from the protective case.
The submissive went limp in the bindings as he touched the metal to her side.
They were exquisite together.
Grae was tempted to stay and watch because she’d never seen an edge play scene like this, but she was expected at the Keep. Instead of checking out what treasures the hallway possessed, she bypassed the
She’d seen a few sessions carried out on the feeds, though she had never watched them live since Saint and Boyce tended to play out their scenes where the whole world could see in the very public Court area.
This first window was set up to resemble a doctor’s room, complete with a nice, comfy padded examination table. Some of the pieces of equipment hanging neatly on the wall caused Grae to shiver. Though she wasn’t certain if it was from aversion or excitement. She’d never participated in a medical scene.
And she wouldn’t get to see one either as the room was empty.
She moved on to the next window.
The interior was shadowed, with walls comprised of large, dark stone blocks. Oversized sconces hung from elaborate hooks embedded in the stone, the flickering candles in the red globes casting interesting shadows on the wall.
This room was not vacant.
A naked submissive stood in the center of the room, her wrists suspended in the air by chains affixed to sleeves of red leather that laced her arms from wrist to shoulder. More red leather encased her legs, from hip to ankle, where another pair of chains had been shackled to large eye-bolts embedded in the floor.
If her bindings weren’t statement enough, she also teetered on glossy red platform stilettoes. Her long dark brown hair had been arranged in soft waves that swept away from her face in a style taken straight from the 1940’s. Her flawless makeup clearly reflected the same era and showed the sub had a flair for the dramatic.
Bright red welts stood out on her breasts and abdomen, showing that the scene had been going on for quite some time. From the glazed looked in the sub’s eyes, she was nestled far, far into subspace.
A tall, well-muscled Dom with closely cropped dark hair paced around the submissive in slow circles. As though he was calculating his next move. He was fully clothed in a very well-tailored suit and highly polished shoes. He also wielded a single tail whip. Every so often, he would skim his free hand over her waist, her hip, or even dip between her legs.
Grae caught the Dom’s faint smile as he rubbed together two fingers that he’d just removed from the sub’s pussy. His smile widened as he touched the tip of his tongue, savoring the flavor of his lover. After stepping back, he rewarded the sub with a caress of his whip.
The woman unleashed a wail laced with ecstasy. The Dom stepped back further, moving the whip in a smooth, sensual motion that caused the tail to snake across the stone floor. He struck unexpectedly, the leather cracking as it broke the sound barrier.
The sub didn’t move or even flinch as the Dom snapped the whip so it split the air, but didn’t touch her skin. With complete trust, she accepted the careful, patient care and attention the Dom was lavishing her with.
When the Dom arced his arm, and the single fall finally connected with her skin, the sub moaned loudly. The air was immediately filled with the sound of her begging for more. The harder he struck her, the louder the woman begged.
Grae watched in fascination when the Dom walked away from the sub, denying her. As he approached one of the tall columns, he unfastened the buttons on his jacket. He looped the whip several times and hung the coiled item from a hook. His suit jacket followed, a shock of light gray against the dark column.
As he paced back to the submissive, he carefully folded back his shirt cuffs. Grae’s eyes grew wide as she spied a black leather sheath strapped to the Dom’s left wrist. Light glinted on the silver blade the man extracted from the protective case.
The submissive went limp in the bindings as he touched the metal to her side.
They were exquisite together.
Grae was tempted to stay and watch because she’d never seen an edge play scene like this, but she was expected at the Keep. Instead of checking out what treasures the hallway possessed, she bypassed the
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