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his body, taking in every delicious inch of him. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips, his belly so hard and flat that it made the cut of the pubic bone more obvious. His legs were long and muscular, dusted very lightly with hair much darker than the blazing white on his head. Matching curls of hair formed a line from his navel straight to his penis, like a line drawn on a map. Sometimes she gave in to an urge to lick him all over, to use her mouth on every inch of him while he was forced to hold back his release.
    What should be her choices tonight? She badly needed an orgasm, but she had no intention of having him thrust his shaft inside her. She reserved that for the ultimate reward after a night of complete and very satisfying BDSM play, a night when her submissive had satisfied her in many other ways and she permitted it as his reward.
    She studied the room, although she was so familiar with its contents and layout she could have drawn it in her sleep. The walls were painted a soft cream, soothing, to counteract the whirlpool of emotions that would spin in its confines. Dark wood beams were spaced across the ceiling, a variety of manacles and other restraints attached to them, ready to be lowered at a moment’s notice. The carpeting was as thick here as in the rest of Infinity, except for a large polished square of wood. Sometimes a Dominant wanted his or her submissive to kneel on the unforgiving surface of the wood rather than the soft cushioning of the carpet.
    In one corner stood the St. Andrew’s Cross, made of dark gray wood and fastened together with gleaming metal strips and bolts. This was a favorite of hers when she used the flogger and the crop, although tonight it didn’t fit what she had in mind. The spanking bench stood by itself, thickly padded with dark brown leather. Coiled on hooks along one side were wide leather straps for the times when restraining a sub was desired. She’d brought this particular sub to orgasm on that bench using a paddle many times. Tonight she wanted—needed—something different.
    She stopped at the tilted board, a highly polished slab of honey-colored wood that was well padded and had rows of leather straps attached along both long sides. Yes, that would do very nicely.
    Drew had not moved from his pose, awaiting her instructions, but she could almost see his body vibrating with the need for punishment and satisfaction.
    “Go and stand by the board,” she commanded.
    He stared at her for a long moment, heat flaring in his eyes before he moved. Leaving him to wonder what she had planned, she opened the top drawer in the armoire against one wall, carefully selecting the items she’d need. Next she removed three things from the rack on the wall and carried everything to a table near the board. Drew’s gaze shifted to take everything in, but he made no comment.
    “I’m going to remove those nipple rings for a moment, sub. When I return them, there will be a little something extra added.
    He stood silent and motionless while she detached the rings one at a time. Then she threaded first one then the other through a bead that had a tiny cylinder attached to it. When she had them both ready, she took one, threaded the needle-thin metal though the piercing on one nipple and locked it into place. Then she repeated the process with the other nipple. Picking up a fob from the little table, she depressed the button on it. The muscles in Drew’s body tightened as the tiny vibrators attached to the nipple rings kicked into gear, sending tremors stimulating his nerve endings. She permitted herself a tiny smile of satisfaction at his reaction.
    “I can adjust the intensity,” she informed him. “We’ll leave it on low for the moment.” She fiddled with the adjustments on the board until it was tilted at a forty-five degree angle then nodded at Drew. “You know what I’m looking for. Take your position against the board. And Drew? Remember the rules. You do not come until I