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Walking down the hall and heading to the dungeon, he pushed open the door expecting to find Steph dressed and waiting, but the room appeared to be empty. His pulse ticking up, he flicked on the overhead lights and glanced across at the bathroom door. It was open.
“Shit,” he muttered, stepping forward. “Steph?”
“I’m over here,” she called, appearing behind a bondage bench.
Letting out a silent breath of relief, he marched toward her.
“What are you doing?”
“I was trying to figure out how this thing works. I can’t get the leg rests down.”
“Knee rests,” Marco corrected her, bending down and quickly releasing them. “This particular piece of equipment—”
But before he could finish his phone rang. Quickly lifting it from his pocket, Benny’s name stared up at him.
“Steph, I’ll only be a minute,” he said briskly, answering the call and striding back to the door. “Hey, Benny, did you find anything?” he asked, stepping into the hall.
“I did, boss, two micro cameras. One faces the elevator and there’s another one at the end of the hall. They’re wireless. I can run interference.”
“Good job,” Marco muttered. “Listen carefully. This is what you need to do.”
* * *
Steph discovered a stall shower in the bathroom, along with clean towels, gel soap, and even disposable toothbrushes with tiny tubes of toothpaste. Though Marco had only delivered six swats with the paddle, her bottom was still sore, and glancing over her shoulder at the mirror she could see her skin’s crimson blush.
Freshening up and returning to the dungeon, she’d slipped into the mini-skirt and cut-off tee-shirt Marco had left her, but with no other shoes she had to slide back into her stilettos. As she’d waited for Marco, she’d studied the many wicked implements hanging on the wall, and the various pieces of equipment. Spying the spanking bench similar to the one in the basement, she wanted to investigate further.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, straightening up as Marco returned, still carrying the phone in his hand.
“Yes, everything’s under control.”
“Controlling is something you do so well,” she quipped, admiring the way he carried himself as he walked. Shoulders squared, with the air of a man not to be messed with.
He raised his eyebrows, then grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Before we leave, I want to show you the rest of the club.”
“Great, thanks,” she replied, surprised by his offer. “I’d love it.”
“That outfit looks sexy as hell on you,” he remarked as they left the dungeon. “You’ve got great legs. I bet you cover them with jeans and slacks.”
“Thanks, and yeah, I guess I do.”
“When we go back to your place, grab a couple of dresses.”
“I assume that means I’ll be staying with you a while? How long do you think? By the way, are we going back to the lodge tonight? With that storm, wouldn’t it be better to hang out here in town? Any chance we could go back to your compound? I hear it’s great.”
He came to a sudden stop, spun around, gripped her arms, and pushed her against the wall. As he lowered his face an inch from hers, a ripple of fear shuddered though her body.
“Little girls who badger me with questions will find themselves wishing they hadn’t.”
“But I was just—”
Swiftly jerking her forward, he bent her over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and landed a volley of hard slaps against the back of her naked thighs.
“Ow, oh, Sir, I’m sorry,” she wailed. “Please, I won’t ask you anything else.”
Abruptly pulling her up, he fisted her hair and pressed his lips on hers in a fierce, engulfing kiss, leaving her breathless and weak.
“From this moment on,” he growled, running his thumb over her mouth, “your lips should only be moving if I’m kissing you or you’re sucking my cock. You’ll stay quiet until I give you permission to speak. If you disobey me, you’ll be wearing a ball gag. Got it?”
