Flesh: Part Twelve (The Flesh Series Book 12) Read Online Free Page A

like from this point on, or at least for the rest
of the afternoon, my goal should be to please him, to show him that I
have what it takes to give him what he needs in all facets of life.
    Once the meal is
done, Lucian takes our plates to the kitchen, and I go to the
bathroom to wash up. Already, sweat is dotting my brow. My nerves are
starting to get the better of me, and I have to take a few minutes to
squash them down, to ground myself in the realization that this needs
to be done. I wanted to see. I have to see. There's no backing out
now.
    When I step out of
the bathroom, Lucian is waiting in the hall for me. His expression is
deadpan. There's no kindness in his eyes, just the slightest hint of
concern. He seems a bit nervous, though I can't really tell.
    “ Come.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to a door in the hallway.
    My mind instantly
flashes back to the time when I came to take pictures of Lucian's
house for his interior design project. This particular door was
locked then, and he told me that it was one of the rooms that didn't
need to be redecorated.
    There's no mystery
to what's behind the door now. It's a dungeon. I know that before he
takes the key out of his pocket and slides it into the lock. If he
had hoped I would gasp with shock, then he'll be sorely disappointed.
    He opens the door to
me, giving me a glimpse inside. I wrap my arms around myself as my
eyes take in the room. It's not ominous looking like the red room in
Flesh. The walls match the rest of the house, and there's good
lighting overhead. Not like any dungeon I've ever seen.
    Admittedly, I don't
know what most of the furniture is. The room is missing the classic
Saint Andrew's Cross that seems to be a staple of most dungeons.
There's more than enough other furniture to make up for it though,
chairs and benches and tables. Some look like Lucian might have
stolen them from his plastic surgery practice. Others appear to be
custom made. It's an impressive spread.
    My eyes dance from
piece of furniture to piece of furniture, trying to discern their
various uses. Then they finally land on the bed at the back of the
room, and I gasp.

    ***

    “ It's the bed
from the furniture store.” I take long strides across the room
to get to it. “The one that we...”
    “ Yes.” I
can hear the grin in Lucian's voice, but it's tempered with something
else. Something dark and sensual.
    The frame has been
painted black, and the light floral comforter has been replaced with
a plain black one. I run my fingertips over it, my mind instantly
drifting to our coupling in the furniture store. Somehow, seeing the
bed in this room, a room built for sexual fantasy, has my hormones
heating up. A blush comes to me cheeks as I begin to realize that I
kind of want this to happen. I want to have another scene with
Lucian. A real scene.
    Last time, I dipped
my toe into the BDSM world. This time, I'll be diving in head first.
    I turn to him with
new resolve, my eyes landing on his satisfied expression. He steps up
to me, so close that I can smell his cologne. I straighten the front
of his jacket, my eyes growing hooded as I surrender to my secret
desires.
    “ Are you
ready?” he asks.
    “ Mhm.” I
nod curtly. I don't think I've ever been more ready to experiment
than I am now.
    “ Good.”
He places his index finger under my chin, tipping my face up to look
at him. “In here, you will do everything that I tell you to.
You will call me Sir and only Sir.”
    The way he's talking
sends a warm shiver down my spine that rolls all the way to my core.
The dominance of his voice is so stupidly sexy that I can already
feel myself getting wet. We should have done this a long time ago.
Why was I always so afraid of it?
    “ Since you
want to know what goes on at Flesh, we're going to do this as if we
were at Flesh,” he continues. “You will use the standard
safety words. Yellow for if it's getting too intense. Red if you want
me to stop completely.”
    “ No