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held her teetering on the edge of an orgasm, then she was honest to a fault. He was constantly pushing her to open up and talk him.
    “You know what it’s like to lay across the bed or my lap. Some subs find it less mentally daunting, but physically more intense. Having your hips bent tightens the muscles and skin across your ass, causing the blows to intensify.” Pointing to the vaulting horse design, he explained, “It’s common to restrain a sub spread eagle on this bench. Mentally, subs feel very exposed. It’s physically more demanding. Your arms and legs would be stretched out away from the body, often on tippy toes, but the actual beating is easier to endure.”
    Laura’s fingernails dug into her palms as she fought to keep her expression serene. It bothered her on many levels that he was better educated in the lifestyle than she was. That he understood how each apparatus worked was comforting, but knowing how subs viewed or experienced each one pissed her off. She didn’t want to know how he’d gained that insight.
    She had the green-eyed jealousy monster riding her hard. Her insecurities kept that monster well fed and raring to go. Knowing it was her own feelings of inadequacy that gave it life did very little to reduce the power it held over her.
    Her libido was toying with her too. Looking at sex furniture had her mind going to places she had just recently discovered. Choosing a bench her body would be draped over then spanked, flogged, whipped or who knows what else, was both daunting and freaking hot.
    She kept going back to the vaulting horse design. It was less complicated. Every time she looked at the photo she felt the pull of the restraints along her wrists. Over the last couple of weeks, she’d learned she loved to be tied up. Who knew?
    “Would you prefer spread eagle or kneeling?”
    She pointed to the picture of the vaulting horse style bench.
    “Unless you want to wear a ball gag for an hour this evening, start talking to me, subbie.”
    There was no doubt he would carry through with it too. “Spread eagle, Sir.” He was always careful to keep his threats—choices, he called them, reasonable. He was nothing if not consistent. She found it exasperating and totally erotic.
    “Good girl. The sawhorse design can also be used for anal penetration so I’m leaning toward that one. I will, however, keep your preference in mind.”
    He took a few minutes to bring up several pictures of St Andrew Crosses. “These are all very similar, do you like one over the others?”
    “No, Sir. The styles are all about the same. I do like the wood better than the other materials though.”
    “Much better, Angel. Thank you.”
    His praise gave her a warm feeling inside. She really needed to get over herself. If he wanted her opinion, she should give him the courtesy of answering without him having to drag it out of her. Maybe someday it would come easier.
    “I was thinking, since we have such a large area available, we should subdivide a portion of the space for theme settings. I don’t want to close them off completely by making rooms, just use partitions like a movie set. Is there a particular theme that interests you?”
    Oh, good heavens, why did he ask such embarrassing questions? He kept telling her honest, open communication was the key to a successful D/s relationship. He couldn’t fulfill her fantasies if he didn’t know what they were. She took a deep breath before telling one of her more mainstream fantasies. “The renaissance Lord and Master attracted to a house slave, interests me.”
    He nodded his head. “I can work with that. When you picture it in your mind what does the setting look like?”
    His easy acceptance and straightforward response made answering easier. “A stone fireplace, a large throne, big four poster bed—that sort of thing.”
    “The fireplace could take some doing since we’re working in the basement, but we can figure out something.” Nick waited until she met