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Edwin called me a brat. He said he had to tame me.
I shiver. I never imagined the thought of being tamed would get me so hot. But here we are.
Maybe Edwin is right. Maybe he is thefirst man who might know how to handle me.
I say hello to Morgan who is serving a shift as dungeon master and then Hazel who I cross paths with as I cross the main area.
She regards me with a slight, sneaking smile.
“Edwin and I are checking out room eleven. Considering a remodel.”
“Of course.” She nods.
Something tells me she doesn’t believe that for a second. But if there’s anyone in the club I’m alright being suspicious about my “professional” relationship with Edwin, it would be the Doms and subs. They are required to keep confidentiality for everyone’s sake. I know she won’t cross me.
I make my way down to room eleven.
The door is closed.
I put my hand on the knob and take a breath. I rack my brain to remember what room eleven looks like, but I can’t. Even when I shut my eyes and try to paint the picture, it’s impossible.
Breathe.He won’t hurt you.
I force myself to open the door. And though I saw Edwin only a few minutes ago, I can’t help but swoon.
He’s taken off his jacket and tie, tossed them over a chair in the corner. He’s rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. “That was quick.” He doesn’t look at me.
I swallow.
Against one wall is a padded leather ‘x’ with restraints attached to it. I’ve been told this is called a St. Andrew’s cross. It scares the hell out of me.
Steering clear of it, I obey when Edwin demands I sit at the end of a chair in the middle of the room that looks like it has stirrups attached to the end of it.
Edwin comes toward me and presses the door closed,lingering over me, only inches away. A smile crosses his lips before he cups the side of my face.
I poise my lips to be kissed, but he speaks instead.
“Have you ever been with a Dom, Sonia?”
I shake my head. I’ve had guys who prefer to be on top, like to be in charge. But somehow, I think this is so much more than that.
“Alright, then let me explain the rules to you. While we are inside this room, I am in control at all times. In control of your body. Of your pleasure. Of how and how often you get to come.” His thumb grazes my lower lip. “If you get to come at all.”
“What–”
A grin broadens his lips. “Did I give you permission to speak, pet?”
Pet?Oh god. Why do I like that nickname so much?
I shake my head. “But?—”
He kisses me silent.
I resist puddling at his feet. Each kiss weakens my muscles. It won’t be hard to be under his complete control, that’s for sure.
"This is about you giving me control over you. Even if for just this session.”
“I don’t know how this all is supposed to work. With all the…” I look over at the wall where rows and rows of toys hang from hooks.
