Free Enraptured by Shoshanna Evers Page A

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    The air-conditioning raised goose bumps along her bare arms. Or maybe that was just her nerves. Despite the friendly chitchat she and Lauren had on the drive up, Jessica still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d taken on an obligation she wasn’t one hundred percent prepared to meet. Lauren was awesome. But she wanted to be Lauren’s friend, not her submissive.
    That wasn’t to say she wasn’t interested in learning more about submission. She was. But her thoughts kept returning to Roman last night as lay on her futon, worrying herself to sleep. Not Lauren.
    “Thanks for having us,” Jessica said to Roman, hoping to engage him in more conversation. More conversation to put off the inevitable—her first day of training.
    He smiled but didn’t answer, so she took his cue and kept quiet.
    Lauren took Jessica’s hand. “Let’s take a tour of the dungeon first, so you can get acclimated.”
    “Okay,” Jessica said. “Roman, will you show us?” Oops. Maybe that was too forward. “Or Lauren, I mean. I’m sure you’re busy, sir.”
    Roman checked his wristwatch, a smart-looking piece that probably cost more than her parents’ house.
    “I’d be happy to give you a tour.” He led them to the back of the mansion, through a corridor as dimly lit as the main hall.
    There were lights overhead, but they weren’t on. Roman’s home was as intimidating as he was.
    Roman opened a door that seemed to drop off into nothingness, and stepped down. Peering over the edge, Jessica saw a long staircase that descended to the basement.
    She kept her eyes on her feet as she went down the narrow stairs. Falling now and breaking her neck was not how she intended to get her first dose of pain from Roman Chase’s infamous dungeon, that was for sure.
    At the bottom of the stairs, Jessica looked around her, marveling at the cavernous room.
    “The walls are real stone, imported from Spain,” Roman said.
    “This is your basement?” she gasped. “It’s huge.”
    “Well, yes,” he agreed. “We have more space out here in the country, don’t you think, Mistress Lauren?”
    “Oh stop it,” Lauren groaned. “There is no way in hell you are going to convince me and Marc to move out of Manhattan and you know it.”
    Roman smirked and walked over to the centerpiece of the room. “My own Saint Andrew’s Cross,” he said. “The one at the club is a replica created by the same designer who did this one.”
    Jessica nodded, noticing the thick leather cuffs on the cross. What would it be like to be on that thing?
    “What’s that for?” she asked, pointing to a flat table with various restraints. “It looks like it belongs in a gynecologist’s office, with those leg things.”
    “Yes,” Roman said. “In stirrups, a woman can be bound with her legs quite far apart.”
    “What do you do to someone, like that?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
    “I think you should be more concerned with what Mistress Lauren might do to you on that table.” He winked at Lauren, who laughed.
    “Don’t worry, no Pap smears from me. Just some good ol’- fashioned forced orgasms, most likely.”
    Forced orgasms? Kissing a girl was one thing, but that sounded so . . . sexual. Jessica blushed and looked away from the table, her eyes resting on a spanking bench. At least she knew what that was, because they had one at the club.
    Roman brought his hand down on the black leather of the material when he saw her looking at it. It sounded sharp—the acoustics were good in the room.
    “Loud,” Jessica murmured.
    “You should hear the sound of a whip crack in this dungeon,” Lauren said dreamily. “Perfection.”
    There were whips hung along the wall on a rack, along with various other implements. Jessica had seen many of them in use before, at the club. A flogger. A riding crop. A cane.
    “You’ve found my prized possession,” Roman said, and lifted the cane off the wall. “I’ll assume you’ve never been caned