The cabinet housed most of the sex toys, the vibrators and butt plugs and cock rings, that sort of thing. But inside one could also find her edge-play toys—razor blades and other cutting implements.

“This is amazing, Mistress. Not sure I can afford you.”

Nora came up to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I’m not planning on charging you. You wanna know why?”

“I’m that handsome, Mistress?”

She gave him a broad grin. Handsome, funny and a little cocky—she liked that combination.

“I’ve seen worse, but no client is so handsome he gets a freebie. No, the reason I’m not charging you is because I don’t fuck my clients. And I fully intend to fuck you tonight.”

“I fully intend to let you, if it pleases you, Mistress.”

“I think it pleases me. Now let’s talk. What would please you?”

She pulled away from him and took a seat on the big wooden bondage throne. It took nothing more than a nod to get Lance to kneel on the floor at her feet.

“Nothing pleases me more than pleasing a powerful woman,” he confessed. “I’d love to make you come over and over again.”

“Good boy. Anything else? Do you like pain?”

“Do you like giving it, Mistress?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Then I like receiving it. Very much. You do have some beautiful whips.”

Nora stroked her bottom lip as she studied him. Time for the little dance she did with the male submissives. They were so desperate to please their Mistress that it took a full-blown interrogation to get them to admit to her what their own desires were. Some male submissives who hated pain would agree to take it if they thought the Mistress wanted to give it. But Lance had mentioned the whips and called them beautiful. Masochistic streak in him. Good. She might have to keep him.

Keep him? Where had that thought come from? She’d never collared a sub before, never kept one as her personal property. It was too much like having a boyfriend or, God forbid, a husband. But...she got a very good feeling from Lance. The man must have been six feet tall in shoes, solidly built and muscular. He looked like he could break her in half if he had a mind to, but she felt safe around him. Wouldn’t be any sort of torture to have this guy in her dungeon as often as possible.

“You like whips. See anything else you like?” she asked.

“Nice cross. Very nice.”

“The wrist cuffs on it are adjustable. I’ve had tiny little girls on there and men even taller than you. Anything else you like?”

“You have an amazing crop collection, looks like.” He nodded toward a wall where at least twenty different riding crops hung.

“I do. Go get one for me. Any crop you like. I’ll show you a trick.”

He rose and went to the wall of riding crops. Nora watched him as he scanned the options.