The Inner Room by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online

batik tank top and white slacks.
    Dana and Marissa sat on the sofa, and Tony sat across from them in a chair. He poured the wine and handed each woman a glass. Marissa took a sip. It was delicious, and she took another, letting its warmth move through her. After a bit of small talk, Tony put down his glass and stood. He moved around the table and, as Dana shifted to the side, sat down between the two women.
    Marissa’s heart picked up its pace as Tony turned toward her. He reached for her hand, and Marissa let him take it. “Nothing that happens tonight will happen without your full consent. Dana and I have talked it over, and we would like to introduce you to a little light bondage and maybe a spanking or a flogging, depending on your comfort level. Does that sound good to you?”
    Marissa’s mouth had gone dry and her voice came out hoarse when she answered. “Yes,” she managed, shocking herself by adding, “please.”
    Tony smiled and let go of her hand. He stood. “Good. Why don’t you two go along to the playroom? I’ll join you in a moment.” Marissa darted a look at Dana, who had stood as well and was smiling. Finishing her wine, Marissa placed her glass on the table and got up, her heart beating with nervous anticipation.
    While Tony took the bottle and glasses back into the kitchen, Dana led Marissa through the living room and down a narrow hallway, stopping at a closed door. Dana opened the door and stepped inside, clicking on the light as she entered. Marissa followed. Inside the room was a mini version of the club, complete with a cross, a spanking bench and, intriguingly, a human-size cage in the corner of the room. One wall was hung with coils of rope and various whips, canes and floggers. All sorts of cuffs, gags and other BDSM paraphernalia were set out on a long, high table against the back wall. Tucked into a corner was a plump loveseat with deep cushions, a small pile of blankets and towels stacked neatly on an end table beside it.
    “Wow,” Marissa whispered, her mouth hanging open as she took in the space.
    “Pretty amazing, huh?” Dana enthused. “Am I the luckiest girl in the world, or what?” Then, to Marissa’s surprise, Dana pulled the shift over her head and hung it on a hook just inside the door. Completely naked, she dropped to her knees on a small mat just inside the door and locked her arms behind her back, thrusting her small, perfect breasts proudly forward.
    Seeing Marissa’s shocked expression, she said, “I’m sorry, I should have warned you. I must always strip immediately when I enter Master’s playroom. It puts me in what Master Tony calls a proper frame of mind.” Dana’s voice had taken on a sultry, husky tone, and she already had that dreamy expression on her face Marissa had seen at the club.
    “Oh,” Marissa replied inanely.
    Tony appeared in the door. He stepped in front of his kneeling wife and bent down to kiss the top of her head. Turning to Marissa he said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Would you like to start on the spanking bench or on the cross?”
    “Um, gosh. I don’t know.”
    “Would you like me to decide for you?” Like Dana, Tony’s voice had also taken on a deeper timbre, and he seemed to radiate a kind of mastery Marissa found extremely attractive.
    “Uh, yeah. Yes. That would be good.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Tony corrected. “While in this room, you will call me Master, or Sir, understood?”
    Something lit deep in Marissa’s gut at these words, a tiny but bright flame of desire. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Sir.”
    Tony nodded. “We’ll go with the St. Andrew’s cross. Face the cross and lift your arms against the X. I will strap you into place.”
    Marissa felt like she was in a kind of dream as she moved toward the cross. She leaned against the large wooden X and lifted her arms. “I’m going to take off your sandals, okay?” Tony said.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Tony crouched behind her and unbuckled her sandals, slipping each one