“They’re pretty sweet, right? I partner with the Leather Master on those, Taggart Fitzgerald. Do you know him?”
As Shani shook her head, Allie added, “He’s a world renown whip maker on par with Adam Hawk. He’s a cowboy who started out making saddles for horses. His submissive, Rylee, is one of my best friends. You’ll get to meet them both. They should be here any minute.”
They chatted a few minutes more. “I can’t thank you enough, Allie,” Shani finally said, taking her display box, all the pieces now neatly tagged with prices that were easily three times what she would have dared to charge. “You’ve given me so much to think about.”
“Let’s get together if you have time before you head back. Maybe for breakfast or something? You, me and Rylee. You’ll love her. We can all share our romance novel stories.”
“I think mine’s still in the first chapter,” Shani said with a laugh.
“That’s okay. It’s what’s yet to come that’s the most exciting.”
~*~
At eight PM sharp, the front doors were opened for business. A long line of people stood outside, many of them already decked out in leather and latex. Tickets had been sold in advance, and four assistants stood at the door, taking the tickets as fast as they could as the crowd surged forward. Some paused just inside the warehouse to take off their street clothes, not stopping until they were totally naked, save for a leather harness, stockings and heels, or a codpiece, slave collars around their necks.
“Welcome to the BDSM Connections annual Fetish Fair,” Bob announced, his voice amplified by the portable microphone in his hand. “The best BDSM artisans in the world are here tonight, folks, and you have two hours to explore and buy. Make sure and get plenty of toys, because the dungeon action starts at ten and goes until every Dom’s whip arm is exhausted and every sub’s ass is properly marked. Have fun, and be sure to always observe the community bywords—safe, sane and consensual.”
Adam was ready, his richly dyed whips, floggers, paddles, cuffs and collars arranged, Shani’s jewelry prominently displayed at the end of the table where passersby would see it at once. She looked so adorable and sexy in her figure-hugging leather dress. His fingers itched to tug that zipper all the way down to reveal the luscious body beneath. Later, he reminded himself, ordering his cock to behave. Like you told Shani—work before pleasure.
Unless… A diabolically delicious thought entered his mind. Shani was, after all, a fully trained staff slave at one of the premier BDSM resorts in the world. What better model to use to demonstrate his impact toys?
Potential customers swarmed their table, distracting him from his fantasies for a while. As he’d predicted, Shani’s jewelry sold out in the first half hour. Flustered but delighted, she turned her attention to helping Adam wrap and bag his rapidly dwindling inventory.
With a half hour left before the dungeon play began, Adam decided to implement his sexy plan, assuming Shani was game. “I need to talk to Bob,” he said to her. “Can you watch things for a sec?”
“Sure,” Shani replied with a smile.
He found Bob in the dungeon area tweaking something on one of the suspension rigs. He ran his idea by him, and Bob readily agreed. “It’s a great idea,” he enthused, walking back with Adam to the vendor booths, his portable microphone in hand. “I’ll man your booth while you do the scene. It’s about time to get this party started, and this will be a great segue to get everyone’s juices flowing.”
Back at their booth, Adam moved close to Shani and said softly, “I’d like to use you as a model for my new mini dragon tail whip collection.”
The new whip was designed especially for indoor play in a confined space. The stiff leather tail, shaped like a slim garden spade that narrowed to a whip-like point, was only seven inches, its handle no longer than a cane grip. The dragon functioned like a paddle if you made impact with the broader top of the tail, and like a single tail whip if you used the tip. The narrow tip could deliver an intense bite, perfect for targeted impact play.
He picked up a dragon whip and snapped it in the air. Shani flinched and then bit her lower lip, her eyes shining. Arousal radiated off her like heat.
Delighted, Adam continued, “I want to take that sexy dress off your perfect body, right here, right now. Then I want to mark your gorgeous ass with this dragon tail.” Again, he snapped it in the air. “But only if you’re comfortable with that. Are you willing?”
“Ooh,” she breathed. Her pupils had dilated, her nipples perking hard against the bodice of her dress. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent,” he replied, sadistic pleasure already coursing through his veins. With his free hand, he reached for the tag of her zipper, nestled at her sexy cleavage, and tugged it slowly down.