The Bequest is the first book in my Lawyer to the Doms series. These stories are all set in Washington, D.C., where the super-hot lawyer Mackenzie Lyon has a side-business helping out his fellow Doms.
When the car service drove up to the house, Cal got out first, then reached back to help Sara out, making her feel delicate and special. Worshipped. He took a long time appreciating the looseness of her bodice, running his finger along the edge of fabric, before putting his arm around her waist and leading her toward the house.
They walked together into the hallway.
“Give me the tour of the dungeon.”
“All right.” She started toward the door to the basement, but his hand on her nape stopped her.
“I don’t think you need the dress down there, do you?” His eyes were darkest chocolate. So addictive.
“No, Cal.” She stood still while he unzipped the dress, slipping the shoulder straps down her arms. When the dress was a ring of coral on the floor, he took her hand and helped her step over the fabric. It was a courtly gesture, like Sir Francis Drake or something. Only Queen Elizabeth had never been caught wearing a nearly transparent bra, a white lace garter belt, fancy silk hose and black Louboutins. Oh, and no panties.
He picked up the dress and folded it over the back of a kitchen chair. She couldn’t say why, but his concern for her clothes didn’t diminish his mastery at all.
The stairs to the basement were wide and gracious, with dark wood treads. There was a home theater in the main part of the basement, a home gym in the front, and down the hallway a laundry room. Just beyond there, behind a locked door, was the dungeon. It extended under the courtyard, so anyone expecting the hallway to stop at the end of the main floor would think it a small storage room.
Cal had the key. He swung open the door and flicked on the lights. “Ohmigod.”
Sara had her usual visceral response to the dungeon. She loved parts of it and hated others. Either way, her pulse and breathing always sped up.
Bruno had designed it to look like an Edwardian manor house. The ceiling was coffered in dark wood, a pale gold damask covered the walls above the gleaming wainscoting, and a massive Oriental carpet covered the floor. The rest was custom-designed BDSM equipment. A spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, a four-poster bed, a throne-like chair with an elaborately carved back and legs. And, of course, the cage.
Cal went straight for the cage. “Who can I call to remove it?”
Sara froze. “I…uh, I don’t know.”
Cal nodded once. “Mac will know. Forget I asked. Forget it was ever here.”
Easier said than done.
“I told you to forget it was ever here. Even if you can’t do that, please respect my authority enough to stop staring at it.”
She blinked, then looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She tried to dial back her terror. “What can I show you first?”
He glanced around, then pointed at the cabinetry along one wall. It looked like the built-in drawers and glass-fronted cabinets one might find in the dining room of an English manor house. “Let’s see the toys. I like toys.”
Sara liked some of the toys, too. “All right.” She pulled open shallow drawers with their velvet-lined compartments for clamps, clips, restraints and bindings. Another drawer contained vibrators, dildos and butt plugs. A tall cabinet had hooks for crops, whips, canes and floggers.
“Mac says he’ll give me a lesson on impact play.” Cal slanted a smile at her. “No need for you to be my guinea pig.”
She knew he was reassuring her, but quixotically she wished he would practice on her. She didn’t like the idea that he’d be at The Club, learning on a dummy or, worse, one of the slutty masochists who let anyone whale on them. Maybe she could say something to Mac…
“Sara,” Cal said in his Dom voice, the one that put her immediately in the mood for sex. “I want you to pick three items for me to use tonight. Not any of the crops, of course, but anything else you like.”
She sucked in a shaky breath. Cal’s face was stern but generous. This wasn’t about pain or punishment. She really could choose her favorite toys.
Nipple clips, but not the most painful pair. She selected a pretty set of round black clamps.
Padded cuffs that could be clipped together.
Final choice was her favorite vibrator. Master Bruno wouldn’t let her use it often because she came so easily with it. If Cal ordered her not to orgasm, it would be a painful choice, but he’d wanted all her climaxes last night. Be willing to be lucky, she guessed.
She placed the items in Cal’s hands.
“Very good. Last thing you get to decide. Which piece of equipment do you want me to use?”
That was easy. “The chair.” Maybe he’d spank her as well as play with the toys.
Cal folded his arms. “Very good. Take off the bra.”
She unclipped it, peeled back the cups and let it fall until it dangled from her fingertips. Cal took it, folded it carefully and left it on a table near the doorway.
He put his hand at the small of her back, just as he had at the restaurant. Funny to
think she’d removed only two pieces of clothing, yet she’d gone from respectably dressed to a walking wet dream.