Free Tell Me a Desire (The Story Series Book 2) by Tamara Lush

that.”
    Giggling, I pressed my forehead into his chest.
    He ran his fingers over my arms, leaving little trails of heat in his wake. “I have an idea,” he murmured into my ear. My heart jumped. Would he want to do a scene in front of other people? Was I ready for this?
    “Okay.”
    “Let’s go in one of these private rooms. It looks like this one’s open.”
    Relieved, I followed him into a small, empty room. Three of the walls were red, the lighting low, the air almost cold. I shivered a little. One wall was covered in mirrors.
    There was a heavy wooden chair and a black leather bench contraption and nothing else. It seemed like a modified exercise bench, only with straps that were obviously positioned for legs and wrists. Tilting my head back and forth, I pondered how one would sit on it. Like a chair or on one’s hands and knees? I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as I studied the bench.
    He shut the door, then stood in front of me. Although my shoulders and neck felt tense, I was also damp between my legs from watching the woman. Caleb kissed me, deep, and I started to relax. My fingers flew to the first two buttons of his shirt, and I fumbled in trying to undo them. He wrapped his big, warm hands around my smaller ones.
    “Shh,” he hissed.
    His eyes went to the bench.
    “That will do, I think,” he whispered. “Emma, will you allow me to restrain you? I want to see you strapped down. Can we try it? Please?”
    “Only us, right? No one else?”
    “No one else.”
    “Okay. Yeah. We can.”
    He kissed me again. “I’ll be right back I’m going to borrow a toy. While I’m gone, take off your dress.”
    He shut the door softly behind him, and I pulled my little black dress over my head, leaving me in my tall black heels, scarlet lacy boy shorts, and a matching bra. I found a hook on the door and hung my purse and dress there, then sat in the chair.
    I heard footsteps, then the jiggle of the door handle. It was Caleb, carrying a black toy that looked like a less-poufy pompom. From my research, I knew it to be a flogger. I giggled.
    “Doug said this was a good beginner’s toy. It’s called a bunny flogger. It’s strands of fake fur and fake leather, so I thought it would make you happy as a vegetarian. Apparently it won’t hurt. Too much.”
    I giggled louder. Caleb rested the toy in my lap, and I ran my fingers through the fur and leather and studied his darkened, blue eyes.
    Caleb leaned in, putting his hands on the armrests on either side of me. I let go of the flogger and took his face into my hands so I could kiss him.
    “What do you want me to do?” I asked.
    “I want you to get on the bench so I can strap you down.”
    I nodded and met his gaze. “Okay. But remember the safeword?”
    He nodded slowly, gravely. “Trust. And don’t you be afraid to use it.” He backed away from the chair, and I stood, trying to control my breathing as I stepped to the bench. This seemed like a much more serious game than the ones we usually played in our bedrooms. I bent and rested one knee on a black pad platform, then the other. I folded forward so my torso lay across the padded bench and I rested my face downward, my cheek on the cool leather.
    “Like this?” I asked.
    “I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a question, Emma. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Caleb.” I bit back a smile. He was being so serious . How fun!
    I felt his hands run down my calves, which made me shudder into sobriety, then felt a strap wrapping around one ankle. He restrained the other leg, then came around to my face, which I’d turned on one cheek and rested on my folded arms, which acted as a pillow.
    “Give me your arms,” he ordered. I extended one, and he guided it into a leather loop, then buckled it tight. He did the same with the other, and I lifted my head, allowing my arms to suspend.
    “Is this cutting into you too much?”
    “No.” My voice, normally strong, was softer than usual tonight. I wanted