I mean holy s**t. We were talking the real deal, the full shebang: a lavishly furnished, luxury b*****e dungeon complete with four-poster bed and implements hanging on the wall.
God.
So many implements. Cuffs, crops, spreaders, floggers, stuff I didn’t even recognize, gleaming softly in the mellow light. Everything was dark leather and dark wood, occasionally relieved by accents of burgundy and gold, opulent and forbidding and sexy as hell.
And some of the furniture in there I couldn’t even look at for fear of insta-blushing. I hadn’t quite realized how many ways there existed to immobilize and expose someone.
Though, let’s be clear, I was up for all of them.
“Oh my God.” I spun back to Matthew. “I always guessed what you were into, but this is amazing.”
“It was built a long time
