Davina stared peacefully into middle distance, moving when he told her to, breathing deeply, if a bit unsteadily. She knew what this feeling of peace and clarity was—this is what she strived for, yet feared. Some called it subspace, but she had a private name for it. Serenity.

This was her serenity.

Grif had helped her find serenity many times—usually while she was in suspension bondage or during impact play. As much as she liked—no, longed for—this feeling, she couldn’t bring herself to give in to it without strong BDSM play.

The woman she was now had trouble letting go enough to find this kind of peace for the same reasons she didn’t like to cry.

One of her best friends loved to cry. She would purposefully watch sad shows or movies, and happily sniffle and sob. At the end she’d wipe her tears and say “that was amazing.”

Davina thought that was insane. Crying was for the shower, where no one could hear you and where the tears could mingle with the water, being washed away immediately.

And yet, here she was, in her serenity, with no rope or flogger in sight.

A small voice was insisting that should bother her. That she was now the one sobbing and sniffling while watching a Lifetime movie.

She ignored that voice, the same voice that had freaked out when she’d called Grif “Master.”

“Last one,” he murmured.

She’d lost track of how many chains he placed on and around her. He’d attached so many clasps to the nipple cages that the filigree was all but obscured. The chains leading from her breasts hung loosely around her torso, crossed her back, and draped over her shoulders. More chains were anchored in the ring of the plug. Those wound between and over her thighs, or snaked up to wrap around her waist.

It was as if she was swathed in a loose weave of jewelry. Only the collar and the center chain that crossed over her clit were pulled tight.

Grif walked around her, his gaze so intense it was almost a physical touch.

“You look…” He made a sound that was both possessive and proud, almost a growl. “My beautiful minx, bound with jewelry.”

He reached up and untied the twine connecting the cuffs on her upper arms to the lattice above.

“We’re done, Master?”

“No, but you can’t stay like this anymore.” He was efficient, and in no time had the leather cuffs off. “Flex your arms. Good. How do you feel?”

“Stiff. My shoulders hurt a little.”

Grif massaged her arms and shoulders with firm squeezes. “Thank you for telling me.” He pulled over the other chair, stood on it—hunched so he wouldn’t hit his head—and then unfastened the chain suspending the jewelry wrist cuffs to the lattice.

He took her hands in his as he got down, lacing their fingers together and lowering her arms to her sides. As stiff as she was, his controlling her movement helped.

He lifted their interlaced hands, kissing each of her wrists in turn. “You look lovely,” he murmured against her skin.

He lowered her arms to her sides, then without pause grabbed the chains dangling from the cuffs and connected the ends to the web that draped her body.

Again he took a step back, looking at her. There was an expression on his face she’d never seen before, an expression she didn’t know how to read.

wondered what

“One more piece.”

her serenity didn’t mean she

have one more thing that’s not…okay, well, it’s made of

in his pockets with his hard cock taking up all the space in

at her sides she was able to turn her head

“Face forward,” he commanded.

a little smile she obeyed, letting her lids slide

she ever been this

no more than a half hour.

minutes or thirty hours—she’d become so achingly aroused it was like a new

arousal

of a private club, that penetrative sex was allowed, with the club

were times when their scenes, particularly rope bondage or impact play scenes—those most likely to allow her to find her serenity—weren’t exactly arousing. It was one of the things many people didn’t understand about BDSM. It wasn’t always sexual. That was why friends could be scene partners. Flogging—giving or receiving—could be an amazing release,

accustomed to having some sort of sex serve as the climax of the scene. As a result, things that were not necessarily arousing were arousing for her, because she was with Grif. On the occasions she’d been flogged by someone else—as an experienced switch she was a good bottom for beginners or

then thank her

state of arousal, let alone the almost blissful state of serenity she found herself in, seemed disproportionate with what had happened up until now. Though she enjoyed anal in its own right, the plug wasn’t sexually stimulating enough to justify how wet she was, how her body flushed hot and cold on alternating breaths. Her nipples, which were a major erogenous zone for her, were bereft of stimulation, trapped as they were within the abnormally large cages. True, the vertical midline chain occasionally touched her clit, but with her arms down it was no longer as tight as it had been, and she was fairly certain she was so wet the thing was all but glued to her labia, and therefore not

this was just her normal sex-is-coming-soon arousal,

Master, and

for the first time, unease slipped through her, but it was a fleeting thing, quickly burned

her head like a circlet, or

relief embossed vignettes on their small panels caught the

part to it.

placed over her closed eyes. Cool metal settled on her upper

is it?” she

sort of half circles made up of a bunch of chains are covering your eyes. Kind

crown. A

was a definite emphasis

cupped her waist, pressing

protested for a moment, but without her saying or doing anything, he knew. Her Master reached down

she blinked rapidly,

field of vision was mostly obscured by dark blobs and lines—the links of the “blindfold.” She could see a few things clearly—the door to one of the stalls across from where they were and a light fixture. The rest was blurred colors. She could see enough to tell where she was, and probably could walk unassisted, though that was in part due to her familiarity

said as he rose from tending her

said that

time.” Grif thumbed the underside of her breast.

“To…say?”

going to gag

Davina’s breath caught.

“Exhale,” he commanded.

don’t…don’t love

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