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velvet. Next to the window, a small table held a decanter and two glasses. The
chairs drawn up to it were deep and welcoming.
    However, it was the door at the
end of the room that held Angie’s attention. It obviously led to the other
room. The one with the locked outer door. She looked
at the side table and then toward the bed. There was no contest. With a
fatalistic shrug, she walked to the door, turned the handle, and pushed.
    Angie blinked and rocked back
on her heels as her pussy clenched and her skin stung with awareness. Her
juices coated her thighs, and her mound was damp within seconds as she stared
at the contents of the room. No wonder the outer door was locked.

Chapter Seven
     
    She’d never ever wonder just
what Regency Doms used for toys
anymore, that was for sure. The books she’d read didn’t know the half of
it. Hanging from what looked like a stable hook was a series of intricate ropes
and pulleys. Next to them was a bench on wheels, and beyond that, a waist-high
bed—something similar to what her beautician used for the torture of waxing.
The far wall had several parallel bars fixed to it, and a long, low cupboard
top had candles and a tinderbox on its surface, along with several pots of
lotions and salve.
    She noted a set of graduated
whips and floggers hooked over wooden pegs and something that looked like a
horse’s bit and reins.
    Shit, he really is a Dom. Angie walked farther into the room and let
her curiosity overcome her. She opened the cupboard door.
    Well, they said curiosity
killed the cat, and boy did it make her heart stop for a second. It held
dildos. Lots of them. And butt plugs, she thought. In various sizes, shapes, and material. One particular
smooth, medium-sized, mushroom-shaped object caught her attention, and she
lifted it out of its nest of velvet and ran her fingers over the cool surface. Green jade, one of her favorite materials.
    “A butt plug, lady-mine. Shall
I use it?”
    Angie whirled round, and the
jade slipped from her hand. Cam bent and retrieved it before it hit the floor.
    “Not the best way to treat our
toys, lady-mine. Did you lose your way?” He tossed the jade from one hand to
the other whilst he looked at her.
    Angie quelled the urge to lower
her gaze. Yes, she was in the wrong, but hadn’t he said their toys, not
solely his? The thought that they’d used that, plus the other things, made her
juices gush and she clenched her thighs together.
    Damn and blast, if I have to be around now, the worst thing that
could happen is that I remember hot stuff like this.
    “Answer me, lady-mine.”
      Angie replayed his words. “ Er , sort of.”
    He tapped the jade against his
leg, but didn’t speak. Angie fidgeted under his gaze.
    “Okay, I was nosy, because the
outside door was locked. Yeah, I guessed that’s a hint, but the door from your
bedroom wasn’t, so I sort of pushed it and well … ” She giggled nervously. “So
sue me.”
    “Turn around.”
    “Pardon?” What was he thinking? Angie
accepted she wasn’t nervous or scared. Rather she was excited, aroused and wet.
Her chemise stuck to her pussy as her arousal grew, and she’d bet there was a
big damp stain on the fine lawn. She started to push the material away from her
body, but Cam took hold of her hand.
    “I said turn around.” His tone
gave no leeway for an argument.
    Not that Angie had any
intention of arguing. Her body was heavy with passion, and her clit clenched as
her pussy muscles tensed and released. She’d once likened those tugs and pulls
to a clit dancing the samba, and she reckoned that was about right.
    “Yes, Sir.” She did as he asked and found
herself facing the wall bars. This close she could see that they could be
released from their moorings and moved around the room. The gap between two of
them was narrower than the rest, and it looked like the whole apparatus could
be angled. What was in his mind? Her nipples tightened at the thought of just
what might be about to