Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
~*~
The demo had been awesome, Shani perfect as always. Adam had sold not only all his new mini dragon whips, but also the rest of his first night’s inventory. But more than the brisk sales, he had been so proud to have Shani there with him—his willing, beautiful sub girl.
He had been with lots of women in the scene. He’d been infatuated with a number of them. But he’d never felt the deep connection that had been forged from his first scene with Shani on Desire Island.
Ryan had joked that there was something in the air there—that romances seemed to blossom everywhere you looked. Even Ryan, who had always boasted that he was too busy with the many to fall for just one, had had his heart stolen by the lovely Abbie. Though Adam had never thought he’d want to marry again, he could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with Shani.
With an inward grin, he jerked himself back to reality. As heady as this newfound feeling was, he needed to slow down and stay in the moment.
When Shani bent to retrieve her dress, Adam placed his hand lightly on her arm. “Why don’t you just leave that off, hmm? You look so hot in nothing but your boots.”
Shani smiled, dropping her hand. “As you wish, Sir.”
Vendors were packing up what was left of their wares, the dungeon play already in full swing as Adam and Shani wended their way past the stations to put their cash box in the office safe for the night. He brought along his gear bag, eager to play now that the work-portion of the evening was complete.
As they emerged from the office, he saw his old friend and fellow whip maker, Taggart Fitzgerald, accompanied by his partner in both business and love, Rylee Miller. Portland was their home base, and Taggart, like Allie, rented storefront space in the BDSM Connections warehouse, though most of their business was online.
Taggart was built like a line-backer, every bit of it muscle. He had deep-set gray eyes over a strong nose, his dark, wavy hair in need of a cut. He was dressed in his typical attire of a black T-shirt over well-worn black jeans and work boots.
Rylee was equally athletic, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, her legs strong and tan. She, too, generally favored jeans and boots, her hair pulled back in a no-nonsense pony tail. But that evening she was dressed in a black leather corset that hugged her full breasts, over a tiny turquoise-dyed leather skirt that matched the slave collar around her neck. Her wavy hair hung loose over her shoulders.
They greeted one another and introductions were made. “Say,” Taggart said in his gravelly voice, “We’re heading over to try out the new suspension frame Bob just installed. It’s reserved for full-time, experienced members only, and we’ve got the next time slot.” He let his gaze move over Shani’s naked form, adding, “It’s designed to suspend two subs at once, if you two would like to scene with us.”
Adam looked to Shani, his eyes brows raised in question. “Want to?”
“Sure,” Shani replied enthusiastically.
“Great,” Taggart said. “Rylee’s experienced with inverted suspension, and can go as long as twenty minutes. But it’s something you work up to. What about you, Shani? Do you have experience with hanging upside down?”
“Yes, Sir,” Shani replied. “Though I think fifteen is about my limit.”
“How about we make it ten this first time,” Adam suggested. “Just to keep things safe and sane.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Taggart agreed. He tapped the watch on his wrist. “I’ll keep track.”
The suspension frame was made from sturdy wooden beams built much like a wide doorway, though with no walls to get in the way. Two sets of four chains with clips at the bottom hung down from the frame. Each set of chains was secured to a heavy hook embedded in the underside of the top beam.
Squatting in front of the supply cabinet set against the wall, Taggart used his members-only key to open it. He removed two inversion harnesses with wrist restraints attached, along with two pairs of heavy-duty ankle suspension cuffs.
“As much as I love the naked cowgirl look, Shani,” Taggart said as he got to his feet, “You’ll need to take off those boots for this session.” He turned to Rylee, his heavy eyelids hooding as he looked down at her. “Remove your things and present yourself, R.”
“Yes, Sir,” the girl replied in her husky voice. She stripped quickly until she wore nothing but her slave collar. Dropping into a kneeling position on the thick mat set up beneath the inversion frame, she spread her knees to reveal her smoothly shaven cunt, her hands resting palms-up on her thighs in classic presentation mode.
Shani, who had shucked off her boots, lowered herself gracefully into the same alluring submissive position. Adam’s cock rose in appreciation of the two lovely women, forcing him to slip a hand into his pants to adjust his erection.