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That was true. As far as our kinkyexperimentation went, we hadn’t engaged in impact play orpunishments of any kind. The closest I’d gotten was smacking her onthe ass while we fucked. “You’ve done impact before, right?”
“Mhmm,” she said, patting the moisturizerinto her cheeks. “I’m not as experienced as you are, obviously, butI’ve fooled around with paddles, hairbrushes, that kind ofthing.”
My gaze fell to the wide, wood-handled brushon the vanity, then flicked guiltily back up. Could I bend her overthe counter and welt her ass with it right now? Yes. Would it wastea lot of preparation that had gone into the evening, specificallyso we could get to know each other on a deeper dom-and-sub level?Also, yes.
The doorbell rang.
“That’s the stylists,” I said. “You stayright here. Practice obeying.”
I left the bathroom and headed out to let inthe stylists. They were exactly the ones I’d selected; a makeupartist named Tiffany who loved servicing our female clients, and ahairdresser named Asia whose numerous talents made her the mostrequested stylist at the resort.
“Mr. Ashe,” they both greeted me, almost inunison.
“Good evening.” I gestured to the bagTiffany carried over her shoulder. “Do you want help with—”
“Thank you, but I prefer to carry my ownsupplies.” She tossed her shiny black hair over her shoulder andflashed a smile that put deep dimples in her tan cheeks. “If youdrop it, there’ll be glitter in here for decades.”
I laughed but felt a stab of embarrassment.I suspected it was more about not burdening the guy with the cane.Asia pulled a bag on wheels behind her. Wincing, I said, “Sorry, Iwould offer, but those are a little tricky with this.”
“It’s fine, think nothing of it.” Asia’ssultry, Irish-accented voice contrasted with her young, innocentface. She’d been with us since Ascend Red opened, and I knew shewas at least a couple of years older than I was, but her dark brownskin didn’t show a single wrinkle.
“Miranda gave you both the rundown?” Iasked, though I directed the question a bit more at Asia than atTiffany. I’d known Asia a lot longer. And better, in the biblicalsense.
She nodded. “Pictures of the look you’regoing for, full service, bindings, no orgasm.”
“And I’m going to be watching via camera,” Iadded, to be sure I had their consent in that.
“Yup,” Tiffany confirmed. “Do you want to dothe binding?”
“Good idea.” I led them into the bedroom andknocked on the bathroom doorframe. “They’re here.”
“Oh, um.” Charlotte looked down at the towelin her lap and tugged off the one she’d wrapped around her hair.When Tiffany and Asia entered, Charlotte said apologetically, “Ihope it’s okay that I put on some moisturizer. You’re not doing afacial or anything, right?”
“I might give you a facial,” I joked, andshe rolled her eyes. “Hey, you knew how immature I was when youagreed to come to this island. I’ll be right back.”
“I thought you were watching from somewhereelse,” she called after me.
“I am.” I went to the living room. Mirandahad arrived with a team of decorators behind her. She held out aroll of pink satin ribbon and a pair of bandage scissors with a slyhalf-smile. I mouthed “thank you.”
Asia was plugging in a set of hot rollers onthe counter when I returned. She quickly moved out of my way.
“Before I go,” I began, dropping to my kneesbeside the bench Charlotte sat on, “I want to make sure you’re inexactly the right position.”
I motioned for her to stand and scooted thebench around to face the linen cabinet and opened the doorslightly.
“The camera is in there?” Charlotte askedwith a dubious frown.
“Just today.” I opened the door fully andpicked up the simple wireless webcam. “If I had cameras all overthis place, I would have told you.”
“Okay, but why the closet?” she asked.
“Because it’s pervier that way.” I carefullymoved the door so as not to block my future view. Then, I picked upthe roll of ribbon. “Sit down and spread your legs, princess.”
She did as she was told. She was getting thehang of this more and more every time. I kneeled at her feet andtook one in my hand, lifting her heel until only the ball of herfoot touched the floor. Then, I gently slid that foot back untilher heel touched the wooden leg of the bench.
Tiffany pulled out her bag of tricks, whichcontained some nontraditional tools of the trade. Charlotte watchedher, eyes wide, as the makeup artist placed a large, bright pinkdildo on the counter beside a canvas roll of brushes andapplicators.
While I secured Charlotte’s foot, ankle, andcalf to the bench, Asia presented me with two jewel boxes, eachbearing a lovely set of glittering nipple clamps that could havebeen mistaken for earrings. “Which ones, sir?”