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“I’m pleased you approve, Sir.”
She’d given him a stock answer. Any sub, any time would reply with a variation of those words. From what he’d observed, her training had been complete, exquisite even. But something in the pit of his stomach yearned for more—demanded more—from her. Honesty. He wanted honesty.
Maybe, he told himself, this was the real her. But part of him wondered if she was different away from the Den.
Stupidly, belatedly, he looked at her left hand. No ring adored her fingers, not that that meant anything. “Remove your bra and drop it.”
Without hesitation, she did so.
The room was silent, save the sound of his heartbeat and her shallow breaths. “Look at me and tell me what you want, pretty sub.”
Their gazes collided.
“To please you,” she said.
“Then stop with the expected bullshit.”
She gasped. “I’m not sure what you mean, Master Niles.”
“I think you do.”
Over the course of several seconds, she licked her upper lip.
“Stalling?” he asked.
“No, Sir. I’m trying to figure you out,” she replied.
“That might be the most truthful thing you’ve said yet.”
“You’re a Dom, a very experienced one.” She took her time, making every word count. “I’m a sub.”
“Is that why you approached me? Do you want me to treat you as if you’re interchangeable with any actress on the planet? I assure you, I don’t see you that way.”
To her credit, she took her time in answering. He liked that she was deliberate.
“No. It’s not.”
“I don’t have a script, Brandy. And if I did, I wouldn’t follow it. I would rather you be real with me, and natural. I need you to open up.” With the power of his will, he held her gaze captive. “I need to know about your limits, but even more, I want to know the things that quicken your pulse and the sensations that make you writhe in ecstasy. I demand your participation, but not your blind obedience. Those are my terms.”
“You’ll think I’m selfish.”
“I’m willing to take the risk.”
“In that case, Sir, I love any kind of flogging, but especially one on my pussy, followed by a long, hard fuck.”
His cock throbbed at the passion in her words. When he orchestrated a shoot, he never had sex with the actors. He’d bring them off manually or with a toy, but he kept his dick in his pants. Over the years, that had added to his mystique. He wasn’t interested in his reputation. He had one purpose—grow the company’s revenues.
“The truth is, if you get into what we’re doing, I get off.” She paused and sighed, as if either trying to figure it out for herself or find words to explain what she meant to him. “The energy builds on itself.” Her blue eyes lightened, radiating her inner enthusiasm. “I can scene with almost anyone and enjoy it as long as they do, too. I love my work at the Den.”
Niles had underestimated her earlier. He’d figured Damien continued to have her at his events because she pleased his guests and didn’t stand out, but she was more complex than that. Early in his business career, Niles had learnt that any employee with a genuine desire to please should be rewarded and retained. Damien had apparently reached the same conclusion, after all, even during times of economic hardship, the Den’s membership had continued to grow, despite some hefty membership fees. “I’d be delighted to redden your cunt,” he told her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Even though the answer was rote, her tone conveyed gratitude. He left her long enough to grab a pair of cuffs and to lower the hook. Without being told, she extended her arms. As he fastened the soft fabric around her wrists, he asked, “Do you want to use anything other than the club’s safe word?”
“Halt is fine, Sir.”
“Any slow word?”
“I can’t imagine one will be necessary, Sir.”
Niles was adept at pushing subs to the utmost limits. After all, that created the most compelling of all videos. But he also knew how to read a sub’s non-verbal clues. He knew, oftentimes before they did, when they’d had enough. “Do you have any conditions or limits I need to be aware of?”
