THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR
ACT II
Release Date:  Wednesday  8/21/13

THE DIVINELY DECADENT DUNGEON – AND A PROMISE

DUNGEON

The room was huge, and filled with various items of BDSM equipment, from padded horses to bondage chairs.  A king-sized bed was set at the far end, large bookcases on either side, and the walls were adorned with various racks offering crops, floggers, shackles and paddles.  A hefty dining table rested against one wall, and she saw a small kitchen off in a corner.
“I don’t know quite what to say,” she stammered.
“This is why I had the elevator installed,” he told her. “I put this place together with three of my very best friends from college, one of whom was Tyler, by the way.  We didn’t want workers or delivery men coming down here, so we had the equipment delivered to different addresses around London and drove it down here ourselves.  Most of the pieces were too heavy or big to carry down the stairs, so we put them in the elevator, and you should also know, it’s completely sound proof in here, my dear,” he proclaimed with a wicked smile, “we can make all the noise we want.”
“Simon.  This is like a dream.  Can I wander around for a minute?” she asked.
“Of course, but before you do there’s something else I must tell you.”
“What?”
“You see those?” he said, standing her in front of him and pointing to row of floggers hanging in a line on the wall.
“Yes, what about them?”
“On Sunday night, I will be dancing one of them, perhaps two, across your perfectly lovely bottom.”
Belle felt a heavy twist in her stomach, and eyes wide, stared up at him.
“You will?” she managed.
“Yes, I will, and I will not be spanking you between now and then.  I’ll be doing other things, but not spanking you.  I want you to think about that, and the loving tendrils that will lash your sweet, tender skin.”
Having no idea how to respond she leaned back into him, resting against his chest.  Placing his arms around her shoulders he pulled her close, and they stood silent as Belle processed the heavy, exciting and somewhat frightening information he’d just delivered.  Finally, turning her around, Simon dropped his head down and kissed her gently.
“Let’s walk,” he offered, sensing she had changed her mind and wanted to stay close to him.
Holding her hand he moved her through the room explaining the various pieces of equipment, and she discovered they weren’t as complicated or fearsome as they looked.  When they reached the wall with the implements of corporal punishment, she ran her fingers over the long, leather tongues of the flogger.
“It’s not about the tools,” he commented as she touched them.  “It’s about the person using them.  You trust me, don’t you?”
Raising her gaze to meet his, she whispered,
“More than I’ve trusted anyone, ever.”

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