Unraveled

  and then she’d be back gazing at him with an I’ve-got-this-in-the-bag smirk.

  Jealousy stabbed her in the gut like a hot poker. Had Knox fucked that chick? How long ago?

  Doesn’t matter. He’s with you now.

  That’s when he scanned the crowd and saw her. He aimed a happy grin at her, and she gloated at being the sole focus of his attention.

  Suck it, boob job. He didn’t smile at you like that. Just me.

  She wanted to do more than just smile back; maybe she should blow him a kiss. But Merrick’s warning had stuck with her, so she just returned his grin.

  As soon as the scene ended—with come shots on the woman’s face and ass, just like in bad porn—Knox meandered over.

  “Hey. You ready for this?”

  “For what? I’m just sitting in on your session.”

  He shook his head. “I asked Master Mike if he wanted a twofer, and because he’s such a perverted guy, I had to explain it wasn’t me servicing both him and sub Mike, but two whips for double the pleasure, double the pain.”

  “What’d he say?”

  “That it’d be a great surprise for sub Mike.”

  “Dueling whips. That’s something I’ve never done.”

  Knox raised his hand, as if to touch her face, but dropped it back to his side. “Me neither.”

  “Hi, Knox.”

  The brunette who’d been eye-fucking him got so close she almost stepped between them.

  “Hey, Angel.”

  Shiori’s gaze sharpened. Why the fuck was he calling her angel?

  “So are you still on duty?” she asked.

  “For the rest of the night.”

  She stuck out her lower lip in a pout that missed the mark of being sexy. “Too bad. It’s been a while for us. I’ll be around if you get off early.” She batted her lashes. “Or if you wanna get off. Come find me.”

  Knox didn’t say anything. Then he looked at Shiori. “What?”

  “Angel?”

  “I doubt that’s really her name, Mistress B.”

  So it wasn’t a term of endearment—lucky for him. Shiori closed the distance between them and set her hand on his chest. “Your taste in women has improved.”

  He laughed. “Bored and horny in a sex club doesn’t always make for the best choices.”

  “Poor thing. You’ve probably ruined her for all other men.”

  “You do realize I’m a sure thing tonight and you don’t have to pile on the flattery to get into my pants?”

  She rubbed her thumb across his nipple. “Maybe she was a sign that I should be flattering you more. Because you are worth it.”

  His eyes glittered with pleasure. “You’re killing me here.”

  “You should know—”

  “Knox. Punctual as usual,” a deep voice said behind her. “And who is this lovely?”

  Shiori turned around. A good-looking guy in his mid-fifties with salt-and-pepper hair held hands with a younger man who had such ethereal beauty that her mouth fell open.

  “Yes, my pet gets that a lot. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m Mistress B. You must be Master Mike.”

  “I’d heard about the exotic beauty who’d joined our happy little Twisted family, but the reports didn’t do you justice.” Master Mike kissed her hand.

  “Thank you.”

  “So, Mike, I’ve got a treat in store for you tonight.” Master Mike wrapped his hand around sub Mike’s jaw and lifted his face up. “Mistress B has whip skills. Both she and Knox will get you where you need to be, all right?”

  Sub Mike immediately dropped to his knees. “Thank you, sir.”

  “You can thank me appropriately later. For now, let’s get you naked and strapped down.” Master Mike looked at Knox. “I’ll open the door once we’re ready.”

  After the Mikes went into the room, Shiori said, “Is this normal?”

  Knox nodded. “Master Mike undresses his sub and chooses how he’ll be bound for this. Then I come in, do my thing, and leave.”

  “Do they tip you?”

  “Funny.”

  “So what happens if I get really horny? Where do we go if I need you to fuck me?”

  He blinked as if he didn’t believe her. “If you’re serious, I can reserve a private room.”

  “Better do it just to be safe.” She paused, thinking back to the conversation with Merrick. “Unless you’d rather not be seen spending time in a private room with a Domme.”

  “We’re already associated tonight. Most everyone knows I do more than one session a night. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared around a corner.

  Out of curiosity, she followed him. They walked into another corridor with private rooms. She walked past the first two doors that read occupied, but there was no way to peek inside.

  Right when she and Knox returned to the first hallway, Master Mike opened the door. “Ready.”

  Shiori entered the room first. Sub Mike dangled from chains in the ceiling, and his ankles were cuffed to hooks in the floor. He wore a blindfold.

  “His rule is no blood play. My rule is I call a halt to the session. I’d tell you where his hot spots are, Mistress B, but I rather enjoy seeing you discovering them on your own. So I’ll ask you to begin.”

  She bowed to Master Mike, almost without thought. After she chose a short single tail from the choices his Master had laid out, her heels clicked on the cement flooring as she circled the sub.

  It was tempting to tease him, to build the anticipation, but she snapped the first blow on his nipple.

  Sub Mike arched and gasped.

  Nipples were good.

  She stopped behind him. The way he was positioned, with his ass sticking out . . . The next strike landed on his anus.

  He released a low, sexy groan.

  The base of his armpit.

  The inside of his thigh.

  The back of his thigh where his leg curved into his ass.

  The last area of his body she picked was a no-brainer. The whip tip connected with his balls.

  Shiori met Knox’s gaze. He inclined his head and chose a cat-’o-nine-tails and a flogger. Then he proceeded to whip the hell out of sub Mike’s ass.

  And that’s how it started. She’d finesse the marks, leaving them on sub Mike’s hot spots. Then Knox would apply a lot of pain all at once.

  It was a sensual tease between her and Knox. Circling sub Mike and each other. Trying to see who could elicit the loudest cry.

  Shiori wished Knox had taken off his sleeveless T-shirt so she could watch the muscles in his back ripple when he swung. She wanted to see the sweat dampening his shirt glistening on his skin.

  Air teased the backs of her legs, and she realized Knox had snapped the flogger at her but had purposely missed.

  She retaliated, cracking the whip and connecting with the baggy part of his jeans on the outside of his thigh. She smiled at his lifted brow.

  They worked sub Mike until Master Mike said to stop.

  Master Mike tipped his sub’s head back and saw that he’d reached that dreamy-eyed look of subspace. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Knox and Shiori. “You two are a helluva team. Thank you. This is exactly what he needed.”

  “Happy to help.” Knox put the cat and the flogger on the table. “Anything else you need, Master Mike?”

  “No. We’re good.”

  “Very good,” sub Mike said.

  Knox followed Shiori out of the room. He slumped against the wall outside the door. “Look. I don’t want to be a buzz-kill, but—”

  “I know ‘providing your services’ doesn’t turn you on.”

  “Did it turn you on?”

  “Watching you was hot. But I get hot watching you move in class, so I’m a bit of a whore where you’re concerned.”

  He smiled. “Works for me.”

  “I want to try something with you.”
br />   Knox waited.

  Shiori slid her hands over his chest, loving how the damp material of his shirt clung to his musculature. She took her time touching him, especially at his neck and shoulders where the muscles were tight with tension. “I’m taking you to my masseuse next week to get some of these kinks worked out—and there will be no arguing.”

  “Yes, Mistress. But I hope she doesn’t work all the kinks out. I’m kinda fond of kink.”

  Her eyes met his, and she smiled at the devilish twinkle she saw there. “Me too. And especially kink with you.” With her hand on the back of his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers. The kiss sparked her need to make something else out of this night. Something good. “Come into my lair, my sweet,” she murmured against his lips, “and we’ll have us some kinky fun.”

  Knox eased back to look into her eyes. “Okay. Seems I’m a bit of a whore for you too.”

  “Go into the room and get ready for me. Mistress rules. I’ll be right there.”

  He walked down the hallway.

  Shiori tracked down the closest security guy and asked where she’d find the items she needed. He directed her to the empty pleasure den—a room she’d never been in. She briefly explored the space and wished she could bring Knox in there, but the room had a large viewing window that couldn’t be closed off.

  She shoved the things she’d found in a satin pillowcase she’d liberated from the bed and returned to the private room. She pulled in a deep, calming breath before she walked inside.

  Knox sat with his back to the door. He’d taken off all his clothing except for his boxer briefs. Her rush of excitement stemmed from the sight of his nearly nude body, not just his submissive position. Still. She had to wonder if this was the first time he’d been in that position in the club.

  After setting the sack of toys close by, she placed her hand on the back of his neck. “Takes my breath away to see you waiting like this for me. Thank you.”

  He didn’t respond.

  “Stand and face me, please.”

  Knox rolled to his feet and turned toward her.

  “We haven’t established a safe word. Would you prefer a word besides the universal club word red?”

  “No, Mistress. But I have to ask why we need a safe word at all.”

  “So you have a choice in what I plan to ask you to do.”

  His eyes darkened.

  “Pick up the bag beside you. Take everything out and line up the items on the bench.”

  He kept his back to her as he took out each item.

  Shiori stood beside him and examined the offerings. A set of nipple clamps. A vibrator with remote control. Fur-lined handcuffs. A flogger comprised of buttery-soft leather pieces and strands of fluffy feathers. A blindfold. A paddle lined with rabbit fur.

  When she touched his arm, he flinched. “Sorry. Just seeing this stuff makes me jumpy.”

  “Why? I’m not going to use it on you . . . You’re going to use it on me.”

  Knox’s head whipped around. “Excuse me?”

  “We’re mixing it up tonight. So of all the items on the bench, you get to pick one to use on me, and I get to pick one for you to use on me.” She kissed his biceps. “I’ll even let you go first.”

  He didn’t hesitate in his choice. He picked the nipple clamps.

  She smiled and walked to the other side of the bench, deliberately picking up every item although she’d made her choice earlier. She curled her hand around the feather flogger and lifted it. “This one.”

  “Mistress. You know that I don’t—”

  “Knox. This is not a real flogger. Look at it.”

  That stubborn chin jutted out. “This is why we’re using safe words. Because you knew I’d refuse.”

  “I’m not so sure you are refusing. And I think if you truly want to keep your Mistress happy, you’ll see this is an instrument of pleasure. Not pain.”

  “Say I use it on you. And next time you bring in your bag of tricks, will you include a regular flogger? Will you keep pushing past my boundaries and comfort zone just to see how far I’ll go in the name of obedience?” he said with a hint of anger and panic.

  She curled her hands around his face and pulled him down until they were eye to eye. “No. I’d never do that. Never. And this isn’t about obedience or pushing boundaries. This is about how hot it made me seeing your skills with a whip. I don’t want pain. And when I look at the feather flogger? All I can see is that you would know how to use it in such a way that you’d drive me out of my mind with pleasure. Does it feel like soft breath? Does it feel like I have dozens of sets of hands teasing my skin? Does it feel like your hair tickling me? You can use it on me any way you want, Knox.”

  He studied her for so long that when his lips parted to speak, she feared she’d hear the word red.

  “I’ll do it if that’s truly what you want, Nushi.”

  Relieved, she pressed her mouth to his for a kiss and then dropped her hands. “It is.”

  “At what point do I stop?”

  “When I beg you to fuck me.”

  His gorgeous smile appeared. “Okay. One other thing.”

  “Name it.”

  “I want to restrain you. That way I can access both sides of your body. Anytime you want me to release you, just tell me.”

  The idea of being chained up had always been one of her sticking points as a submissive. It’d never been an issue as a Domme. But she had to show Knox she trusted him as much as he trusted her. If he was willing to let her push him past his comfort zone, then she’d let him push her past hers too. “All right. But only as long as you don’t get the idea you’re in charge, sub. I’m allowing this because it pleases me to do so.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  Shiori circled her arms around his waist and buried her face in his neck. “Get the restraints ready while I get undressed.”

  She purposely gave him her back as she ditched her clothes. When she walked to the part of the room where the chains dangled from the ceiling, Knox quit fiddling with a wrist cuff and drank her body in with very thirsty eyes.

  “As always, the sight of you naked makes it hard for me to think of anything else.”

  She slid her heels into the marks on the floor and closed her eyes when Knox snapped on the ankle cuffs. His footsteps made a soft shush-shush across the cement when he moved to stand in front of her.

  He kissed the insides of her wrists before he placed the cuffs on. Then he cranked the pulley system, lifting her arms into a T formation and locking it there.

  Panic set in. Why had she agreed to this? In this vulnerable position, he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be helpless to stop him.

  Knox’s strong arms circled her. The heat from his body and the gentleness in his embrace calmed her.

  Shiori turned her head and breathed him in. Then she trailed her lips down the cord straining in his neck, letting the taste of him on her lips and tongue stir her desire and extinguish her fear. He’d sensed her mood shift, and without a word, he’d given her exactly what she’d needed. After several long moments, she whispered, “Thank you.”