Free Attraction by T. C. Anthony

higher on one side and lower on the other. In between two of the mirrors resting on the wall stood a table covered in red rose petals. And on top of the rose petals were our toys.
    The flogger, the clamps, the beads, the paddle—all of what we had enjoyed on our impromptu trip to Bora-Bora, and some of what we hadn’t had the time to enjoy—yet.
    Then there were some new additions: straps, wrist and ankle cuffs, and some slings.
    “I have to ask you: when and how you became such an expert?” Three months ago he was inexperienced, and now he was the sultan of erotic pleasure?
    “Trust me, I’m no expert but I…I want to learn with you…in you. I want to teach you that the only emotions you should feel from toys and props and sex is love—erotic, sensual, and orgasmic.”
    He always knew how to respond and how to jolt my interest.
    “So, what do you say?”
    “The only question that exists in my head”—I reached for his belt buckle—“is why are you still dressed?”
    Alexander’s excitement shown through the tightening of his chest and heavy breathing. “Are you ready to submit, my love?”
    I barely paused to comprehend the question he had asked, but I responded in the shortest of breaths, “Yes, sir, I am freely and willingly going to try to submit and surrender all of myself and my heart to you.”
    And with that, Alexander readied me. “Go beyond those doors. I’ve laid out an outfit for you, and I want you to return quickly. I expect you in heels as well.”
    Filling my part, or perhaps going a little overboard, I bowed and nodded my head and turned for the door near the entrance.
    The doors that Alexander had me go through led to a room that was part closet and part bathroom. It too was beautiful, keeping up with the rest of the beauty of the house. But in this closet, you wouldn’t find work attire or sweats. Alexander had stocked the closet with costume outfits, outfits for role play: leathers, silks, garters, lace. It embodied eroticism and sensuality in all of its materials.
    The outfit Alexander had chosen for me was white lace all throughout. I was a bit surprised with the innocence in his choice of color, but it was beautiful. The lace bodice had cutouts around the breasts and belly, leading down to the inner thighs, open to where my lips would be parted right down the center, exposing me and my urge for him. The outfit was paired with black fishnet thigh highs and leather garters. Not so innocent , I thought.
    And last, but not least, black five-inch heels completely covered in crystals. I dropped the outfit on the bench and walked forward to admire the shoes, only to find… Manolos!
    I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I had only mentioned once to him that Manolo Blahniks were my favorite, but to think that he actually remembered; I was overjoyed and truly moved. For a moment I thought, Had he given me the Manolos first, he could have done anything to me even without a contract.
    I dressed quickly, taking a breath as I fastened the last clasp of the garters to the leather straps. I walked back out to the room, and I tried to do so quickly as he had instructed.
    Positioned in the center of the extravagant room, he stood prepared and regal. He was the master of this castle and of the vessel that kept my soul from bursting.
    Surrounded by candles and burning incense, he gazed at every inch of my almost bare body. My nipples hardened, and my sex became wet just from the essence of the room and his presence; he was dressed only in white silk pajama pants that hung low on his hips exposing the V of muscles—who’s point ended at my ultimate desire.
    His body glowed, golden and smooth, as the candles flickered, showing only moments of his gaze upon me. I stood quiet, waiting for him to instruct me, and I felt a jolt shoot through me as he finally spoke.
    “You are stunning, Evangeline. Come to me,” he initiated in a most sultry voice.
    I tiptoed toward him, and his eyes moved down toward