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choices here.”
    “I’m not sure I’m ready for all that. Not like this.”
    “Of course not.” He motioned toward the bench. “Remove the boots and the skirt and settle in.”
    Mortification filled her as she looked at him.
    “Is there a problem?”
    “I didn’t exactly dress for my parts to be exposed.”
    “Well, then, I guess you’ll learn how to be more prepared next time.” He assessed her with a gaze somewhere between infrared and X-ray vision. “I assure you that no one has ever died of embarrassment, and in a couple of minutes you won’t even be thinking of the crowd.”
    “I won’t?”
    “If you are, then I’ve lost my touch.”
    Cocky. Viviana almost stated the obvious fact, but she suspected she was better off keeping her mouth shut. At least he’d let her stay clothed for the most part. She already felt more exposed than ever before.
    She ignored the trembling in her hands as she removed the leather skirt and hoped the sliver of fabric between her legs hid more than she suspected.
    The bench was intimidating. She wasn’t sure where to begin getting on it. Four leather pads were separated by a higher one in the middle of the device. A set of steel restraint cuffs was on each side. Viviana gulped as he poised her in front of the waist-high bar and bent her over. She leaned forward until each of her forearms settled on the leather pads.
    A hush fell over the crowd as she finished settling her knees into the pads. Her pulse raced as she settled her wrists into the steel cuffs and took a deep breath. She could do this.
    Ignore the crowd.
    She’d understood from her limited knowledge that voyeurism played a large part in the BDSM scene for some, but she was pretty sure that it wouldn’t for her. That didn’t mean she was about to scream “cobra” and go running for the hills. Everything was worth trying once.
    She could feel him behind her. She shivered in sensual awareness as moisture pooled between her splayed legs. Fingers ran across her thighs and she jumped. He chuckled and made his way to her side.
    “Our little sub is new to the scene so this will be a brief, very mild demonstration. It’s important to check all the restraints and make sure they don’t restrict circulation.” He knelt and secured her wrists. Deft fingers ran along both wrists and under the cuffs. Tingles danced across her flesh. “And of course, all bench heights should be adjusted.”
    He pulled locks from a small box at the base of the bench and locked her in. He ran his hand across her cheek. “You’re doing great, Viv. Just a little longer and we’ll begin.”
    Nylon straps wrapped around her forearms and secured her position. He then moved behind her and repeated the process with her ankles and calves. She shivered when his fingers trailed across her calves and up her thighs.
    “Very nice, sub.”
    He massaged her legs in a circular pattern that left her breathless and writhing toward his palms. The motion moved upward inch by inch. She held her breath and waited for him to glide up to her pussy.
    She relaxed and savored the sensations tumbling through her. She gasped as he swatted her ass, then rubbed. The second hit was harder, meant to sting. The burning made her hiss in shock. Her pussy moistened and her breathing quickened.
    She was lost in glorious sensation as the stranger unleashed his heady mixture of massaging, swatting, smacking and rubbing on her defenseless ass and thighs. His fingers ran across her slit and he groaned.
    His first utterance of sound made her shiver in delight. The restraints held her in place despite her writhing backward. She needed more, but she wasn’t sure what. The ability to reason was locked away, tucked into the recesses of her mind as her darkest fantasies spiraled forward and fed on the man’s ministrations.
    Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze landed on Stryker. Her pussy clenched and she groaned when she noted the mixture of curiosity and lust in his dark eyes.