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emotional and physical well-being. Her knowledge of the rules and his enforcement of them would build trust and ensure the basic structure was in place for her to reach subspace by the end of the weekend.
    When he returned ten minutes later, she was on her knees on the hardwood facing the hearth, away from him.
    Eric was smart. Earlier Rafael had told her she hadn’t earned the privilege of kneeling on the rug. That Eric made her kneel on the uncomfortable flooring reinforced Rafael’s punishment.
    Because dusk was gathering over the mountains, Eric had turned on the fire. Gas flames licked at ceramic logs, filling the great room with light and heat.
    His sub was in the perfect position.
    Her hands were at the small of her back. Her hair was draped across her shoulders. Her knees were spread wide apart.
    Even from the distance of half the room, he saw the red marks on her derriere, left by his punishing hand. Was anything sexier?
      “I’ll get dinner going while you spend some time with your sub.”
                Another advantage of having Eric around. The man was wicked with a grill. They’d purchased plenty of salads and several items from the bakery to satisfy Lindsey’s sweet tooth. The pantry was stocked, and they had beer and wine along with a woman who wanted to please.
    While Eric went into the kitchen, Rafael moved in front of Lindsey.
    In addition to her shoulders being pulled back, her hands being lightly clasped behind her and her legs spread the correct distance apart, her gaze was downcast. Eric had left the clamps in place, and he’d also added one to her clit, tugging the tender flesh lower.
    She looked beautiful in her obedience.
    The rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed obvious nerves. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
    He spread his legs shoulder-width apart. “Granted.”
    “I want to apologise, Sir.”
    He waited. Obviously Eric had coached her on proper decorum. Having two Doms for the weekend had been a brilliant idea.
    “I did know your rules. You were very clear. No arguing. No climaxes unless you say so. I suppose, since you’d allowed me to come previously, I was just hoping…” She trailed off and licked her lower lip. “I was wrong. I know you control my orgasms.” She exhaled. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “The discussion is over. I’ll give you a chance to prove you understand.”
    “Sir?”
    “Join me in the playroom. From here on out, you are to crawl, unless given permission to walk.”
    She followed and he heard the gentle sway of the metal chain that joined her nipple clamps. He knew the clit clamp would make crawling terribly uncomfortable, but that was deliberate pain. It would make what came next even more unbearable.
    “You’ve been secured to a St Andrew’s cross before?” he asked when they entered the playroom.
    Her eyes were wide as her gaze cut from the structure that dominated the centre of the room to the pegboard on the wall. He had an assortment of implements including whips, canes and crops all positioned for quick access.
    “I asked if you’d ever been secured to a St Andrew’s cross?”
    If the goose bumps on her arms were anything to go by, his collection had obviously frightened her. For now, that was fine with him.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I want your back against the cross.”
    She drew her brows together but didn’t question his command.
    He surmised she’d only been attached to one at the club, and she’d likely been told to face the cross, exposing her back and buttocks to her Dom’s abuse.
    She stood and moved into position. He secured her wrists and ankles to the wood and then took a step back.
    “You look beautiful attached to my cross, your nipples and your cunt clamped.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “How does that clamp feel on your clit?”
    “Honestly, Sir, it hurts.”
    He nodded. “And your nipples? How do they feel?”
    “Very sore, Sir.”
    “Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He crossed to a cabinet, opened the door