"Where are you going now?"
Will was behind me, but I couldn’t see him. The position in which the rope had bound me to the chair made it hurt too much to try and turn my head.
"I just told you not to worry. I'm right here."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pause in front of his dresser and remove a key from another box, this one tiny, the size that might fit a pair of earrings.
He was walking in front of me again, his legs bare and muscular, the white of his shirttail contrasting with his olive skin. This must be what they meant about a “scene.” There seemed to be an almost scripted, dramatic effect to his movements.
“Are you curious what’s behind here, Rebecca?”
Will used the key to point to the closet, its height surpassing him by at least a foot. There were two door panels, each looking to be about three feet wide. With the exception of a simple bevel inlay and the fact the doors opening from the center, the only thing that seemed unusual was that they looked to be fitted with a lock, as you might find on the outside of a house.
“Should I be?”
Will smiled as he slipped the key into the center lock. He paused for a moment, turning to catch my eye before pulling the doors wide open.
Rows of shelves edged the inside walls, filled with a collection of blindfolds and hoods. There were cuffs, some metal, looking very police-like and others leather, some lined with fur. There were red, purple and black skeins of the same Japanese silk rope that held me in place, next to rolls of wide tape in the same colors.
A metal cylinder, about four feet long with another foot and a half of chain link on each end, suspended in the center and was anchored to the inside walls. There was other hardware, round and triangular shaped hooks around the inside circumference of the door frame. One had a long black satin sash looped through it.
On the inside of the left door, hung a selection of whips, paddles, flogs and riding crops in various materials from leather to wood to bamboo, some flat, some braided. There were even a few with ostrich feathers on the tips. On the inside of the right door hung an array of leather harnesses in different colors and beneath that were jeweled nipple clamps and collars.
And then there was the center. Against the back wall stood a wide, full-length mirror bordered in that same dark walnut that matched the rest of the bedroom furniture. For the first time since I had walked into his apartment I could see what I looked like, half-naked, bound to a chair and unable to move.
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