Chapter 3

The third bedroom in the condo was Pete's junk room, the place he stored everything he didn't know what to do with. Wednesday morning, he rented a storage locker in the basement of the building and hired the teenager who lived two floors below to help cart everything downstairs. The things he'd ordered were being delivered Friday morning.

"Dallas is coming along to set everything up," he told Tracie.

"Dallas?" she raised her eyebrows. "Why would he do that?"

"It's his company, princess. Besides, it will give me a chance to see him." "See him? When?"

"That's part of my surprise." And he refused to discuss it further.

When they arrived home from work Pete went directly to the third bedroom, tugging Tracie along with him. If her eyes had widened at the pictures on the computer, they nearly popped out of her head now.

In the center of the room, sitting on a pedestal, was a giant X made out of metal, with manacles bolted to each arm. Against one wall was a long, padded bench, raised in the center, with two holes cut out of it and more restraints dangling from it. Next to it was a smaller bench, also padded, with a padded step up to it. On the opposite wall a dark walnut table held a large carton with a note attached.

"Thought you might want to open these yourself. Had Al put the other package in your bedroom. Don't forget your promise. Dallas."

"Okay. What's your promise?" Tracie asked.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. "Later."

Tracie shrugged and looked around the room. "Are you going to tell me what each of these things are?"

"Curious. Good." He took her hand. "But we'll leave these for the moment. I want to show you what's in the bedroom."

Tracie could already feel her insides quivering as images of using these items raced through her mind. During the past two days, whenever Pete had been out of the office, she'd surfed the web searching for anything she could find on bondage. She was glad he wasn't into the whole Dominant/submissive thing that she found many articles on. She didn't think she could be that extreme. But the thought of doing some of the things she read about excited her in a way she'd never thought possible.

Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she'd actually be looking forward to bondage, or the flavor of BDSM in her sex life. But with Pete everything seemed, well, normal. And exciting. Definitely exciting. She had no idea how long-term their relationship was, but she wasn't about to rock the boat by asking questions. Whatever will be, will be, her friend Cece always said, and Tracie had to agree.

A large package sat on the floor at the foot of their bed. Tracie stated toward it but Pete pulled her back. He kissed her lightly, then tapped her nose with his fingertip.

"First I want to find out if all this really excites you as I expected it to. I don't want the words, I want what your body tells me. Bend over, princess. You know how."

She spread her legs, bent over and grabbed her ankles. Pete knelt behind her and with his fingers spread wide the lips of her pussy. One finger teased just at the edge of her hole.

"Oh, yes." His voice was smug with satisfaction. "Not just wet. Dripping. And a beautiful deep pink." He stood up and smacked her bottom. "I knew you'd love this, princess. And we haven't even started yet."

She stood upright, alternately ashamed that such things could excite her so, and aroused at the ideas they created.

"Let's open the box." Pete pulled out his keychain with the little pocket knife attached, popped out the blade and slit the sealing tape. He dug through styrofoam peanuts and pulled out a long bar with what looked like extra large manacles at the end.

"What's that?" Tracie sat down on the floor beside him.

"That, my naïve princess, is what's called a thigh spreader." He sat her on the edge of the bed, took her legs and pulled them wide apart. "I clamp one around each thigh and keep those sexy legs spread wide for as long as I want to."

Tracie shivered just thinking about it and tiny fingers of desire raced up her spine.

Pete flipped up her skirt, exposing her naked cunt. He insisted she get it waxed weekly, claiming the naked skin was ultra-sensitive, and much more pleasurable for him to torment.

She'd discovered he was right.

He used his thumbs to spread open her labia.

Tracie licked her lips at the look of lust in his eyes. "Still like what you see?"

"More than ever, princess. More than ever." He pushed her onto her back, bent her knees to her chest and held her legs apart. "That spreader will keep you open and leave both my hands free to do whatever I want to. For as long as I want to."

She'd be totally helpless. At his mercy. Tracie felt her cunt begin to throb.

Pete dug through the box again, identifying each item as he pulled it out. Two sets of handcuffs. An ankle spreader. A short thin rod with feathers at the end. A padded leather glove. One small box he set aside.

"Showers first," he told her. "Then we open this box."

"What's in it?" Her curiosity was really aroused now.

"Later." He helped her to her feet. "Are you hungry? Want something to eat first?"

Tracie shook her head. "No. Do you?"

"No. Come on. I want to bathe you."

Pete's shower was big enough to be a room by itself. Benches lined two sides, so you could sit down to bathe if you wished. Seventeen jets were built into the wall, each pulsing water from a different angle. The ceiling shower head was dialed to feel like a light rain. A handheld head attached to yet another port was coiled and ready, hooked over the faucets. Just looking at it reminded Tracie of the feelings its pounding streams had on her clit.

When they stepped into the shower she started to reach for it but Pete put his hand on her arm.

"Not tonight. I want all those orgasms saved for our new activities."

He turned the shower on, pulled her against his hard-muscled body and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Unlike the earlier kisses, this was a devouring kiss, stroking every inch of the inside of her mouth, scraping along the edges of her teeth, licking her lips before invading her warmth again. Her breasts pressed into the fine matte of hair on his chest, her nipples stimulated by the contact. She felt his cock against the softness of her belly and reached down for it, startled to find it already swollen and engorged even beyond its usual tumescence. When she wrapped her fingers around it, he broke the kiss and reached down to pull her hand away.

"No fucking in the shower tonight, princess. I told you, I have some very special things planned."

He reached for the soap, ran it under the shower, then began to work up a lather in his hand. With infinite care he washed every inch of her body. Her ears received as much attention as her neck, her back, her shoulders. He stroked her as if painting a mural, each movement one of tenderness and care. When he lathered her breasts, he tugged lightly on her nipples, then ran his fingernail through the creases.

He lifted each foot and massaged it as he lathered it, carefully stroking her toes, then her heels and up her calves. Even her belly button received its moment of care, as he swirled the soap into the little indentation. Finally, he bent her over, soaped his hands again and plunged them first into her cunt, scrubbing every inch if her vagina, then into her ass. By the time he was finished, she was shaking with need.

"Now me," he said softly, handing her the soap.

Tracie had no idea how she would stand up long enough to do this, but she lathered her hands as he had done and started at his neck, working along his shoulders and arms. When she came to his chest she teased at his flat male nipples as he had done to hers, then moved down to his groin, stirring the lather into the dark brown hair surrounding his cock.

She had to bite her lip to focus when she washed that pulsating organ and the heavy sac below it. She heard Pete's breath hiss as she ran her nails lightly over his balls and she smiled. He could play all the games he wanted to, make all the demands he wanted to, but in the end she could bring him as much pleasure as he gave her. That was what kept her centered.

She moved around behind him to wash his neck, his back, the slope of his buttocks. But when she moved her hands between the taut cheeks of his ass and slipped her soap finger into his anus she felt him tense.

"You've never done that," he said in a stained tone.

Tracie stilled her hand. "And I won't if you don't want me to. It just seemed the right thing to do tonight."

He let out a breath and leaned his hands against the shower wall, giving her greater access. "No. Do it. I've never let another woman do that to me."

Again, she stopped. "Then why me? Why now?"

"Because I want you to know that I'm yours to do with as much as you're mine. And that whatever control I ask you to give up, I'm willing to do the same. I'm all yours to play with, Tracie. Go ahead."

She slid two soapy fingers back inside his tight, dark channel and began stroking them the way he did to her. No sound escaped his lips but she felt his entire body tense. She was tempted to reach around to his cock again, but he'd said not now, later, and she wanted to abide by his wishes.

Sighing, she withdrew her fingers, washed his legs and feet as he'd done hers, then stood with him as they both rinsed off.

Pete opened the glass door and reached for the thick towels hanging on the towel warmer. They dried each other wish intense care, he kissed her lightly and threw the towels in the hamper. Then he took her hand.

"Ready?"

Tracie looked down and saw his cock throbbing, the head a deep purple, the veins ridged along the side, and knew how aroused he was at what they were about to do. She felt moisture already pooling in her cunt.

"Ready."

In the bedroom, he sat her at the foot of the bed and opened the last box he'd taken from the package. Inside was a narrow circlet of leather with tiny gold bells hanging from it., and the initials TH in gold. The inside was lined with soft fleece.

"In the real Dominant/submissive situation, Masters collar their subs. It's a sign of possession. I got this for you to wear when we're home because I want it clear that you're mine."

She wrinkled her forehead. "Clear to who?"

"That's part of my surprise. Tomorrow."

"Okay. Tomorrow." She ruthlessly suppressed any feelings of nervousness. Pete had made sex so outstanding for her that whatever he chose for them to do, she wouldn't question it.

"Tonight we have other things to do."

"Yes." She wet her lips and felt the lust curling up from deep inside her. "Other things."

"We're really going to a higher level here, princess. If you want to change your mind, now's the time to do it."

"No." She swallowed again. "I want to."

"All right, then." But his hands shook slightly as he fastened the collar around her neck. "Let the games begin."