[B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn Read Online Free

quietly walked out of the room. Once they were back in the hall, Angel took a deep breath. In the past few minutes his eyes had already been opened quite a bit to the BDSM lifestyle. He was anxious about what was behind door number three.
    “Last one,” Mark announced before swinging open the door.
    Angel followed his guide into the room. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. They stood along one wall with a few other observers. This, too, was a public scene room, but the décor and the somber atmosphere of the room was that of a dungeon.
    Across one wall was a bank of candles. They had been burning a long time and filled the air with a musty odor. Beyond the display was a stone wall. Steel shackles were affixed to the wall, and a woman was restrained with her arms stretched upward. Angel couldn’t see the woman’s face, but he did see her back, which was exposed and ready for her Master’s whip.
    Angel didn’t recognize the man who was her Master, but he did recognize the weapon in his hand. When he threw out the whip and the end hit her back, it took all of Angel’s strength to hold himself back and not interfere. In Angel’s world, women were to be loved, cherished, and protected, not hurt. The other rooms now appeared harmless compared to this one.
    He didn’t realize that he had stepped forward until he felt Mark’s hand on his arm holding him back. “You’re only here to watch,” Mark whispered. “You can’t interfere in a scene unless a safe word is said or the sub’s welfare is in jeopardy.”
    “It looks like her welfare is very much in jeopardy with that monster whipping her,” Angel choked out.
    “I promise you she is fine. Watch her, learn how a sub reacts. You’ll see that she is happy to receive a bite of pain with her pleasure.”
    Angel shook his head but made no further move. He tried to do as Mark asked and rein in his anger and really examine the woman’s reaction. Her body was loose, not taut, like someone dreading the next strike. Her breathing was a little fast, but she wasn’t panting like someone being tortured. With the next strike of the whip, it was very clear that she cried out in pleasure. She looked happy, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. Mark was right—she enjoyed this punishment.
    And her punisher, her Master, was smiling, too. It was clear that he enjoyed administering this equal mix of pain and pleasure. When he again cracked the whip against his submissive, he used all of his strength to throw the whip.
    The Sub moaned loudly and found release. It was really something seeing her orgasm. Angel couldn’t help but be aroused by her release. When it was over, she looked so sated she would have pooled onto the floor like a warm stick of butter if the restraints hadn’t been holding her up. Her Master went to her then and touched her shoulders murmuring secret words in her ear. When the sub opened her eyes, she looked at her Master with such love and affection it made Angel ache. He didn’t need second sight to see that these two were very committed to each other. However deviant their sex life was, these two were clearly in love.
    Mark motioned for Angel to follow him back out of the room. Now the scene was over it was time to give these two some privacy.
    Once the door was shut and they were back down the hall, Mark was able to speak at a normal volume again. “So what did you think?”
    Angel shrugged. “It’s not for me that’s for sure.”
    “What part? The trust, the open communication, the pleasure?”
    “I don’t see it that way.”
    Mark walked back up the hallway toward the bar. “Well, remember that even if you don’t agree with it, we do. This is who we are. We’re all here because we’re part of the BDSM lifestyle, and the lifestyle is a part of us.”
    Angel was about to grumble something trite in response when the truth of what Mark said hit him. This club required a membership—people wouldn’t pay to play