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“Alright, that can be arranged.”
“But let me be clear, I wish to atone for my sins between your thighs. I wish to lay down my sins and beg for forgiveness, not only with my words, but with my tongue. I will lay each and every reparation at your core with flicks of my tongue, moans vibrated against your folds, and orgasms given in pure recompense for my actions.”
I was stunned into silence, my mouth hung open in shock and pure, unadulterated arousal, as my panties wet with want for him.
“Thatcher…” My words trailed off as my eyes ran over his body. To any bystander, he would seem to be relaxed, just chatting with a friend. But upon further inspection — and by God was I inspecting — he was taut, on edge, and nearly vibrating with his own desire.
“What kind of scene do you want, Septus?” I couldn’t help but let his scene name slip from my lips.
“You know my limits. I leave the scene details in your hands, Lady Luxe.” His eyes lowered then, taking on the submission that I had only but a taste of, and already craved.
“When are you available?” I asked, noting the way my own voice had lowered and taken on a more husky quality.
“I will make myself available for whatever date works in your calendar.”
“Then be ready for me in three days. Monday evening. I’ll reach out to you with the time when I have it secured with the club owners.”
“Thank you. I’ll take my leave now, unless there is anything else we need to discuss.” I shook my head, not trusting my words as we both stood and made our way to the front door.
“Thank you for coming to speak with me tonight, Thatcher.” The words felt foreign on my tongue as he turned to look at me there before the front door.
“Would it be weird to hug you right now?” he asked with a small smile.
“I suppose it would be alright,” I answered, though I wasn’t sure if it was the best idea. He opened his arms, and I stepped into his embrace. His arms felt strong around me as he pulled me closer. His scent invaded all of my senses. Sandalwood, cotton, and something that was pure sunshine. I breathed him in, closing my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I still want to kiss you, for the record,” he added, pulling away from me and slipping out of the front door and into the night, leaving me gawking at him like a fool.
After a moment, I closed the door, turning towards the staircase only to see Jamie standing there with a smug look on his face.
“Yeah, I’m placing my bets now,” he said with a smirk.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my hands immediately going to my hips in a defiant gesture.
“You two are totally going to happen. Mark my words, Sadie Day. Mark my words.”
CHAPTER11
“What are we here for, Septus?”My words dripped authority as I slowly stalked around Thatcher. His body was like a Greek god’s, all muscle and sinew, a vision of tattooed perfection as he stood in perfect presentation for me. His eyes were lowered to the floor, his feet shoulder width apart, in nothing but a pair of black jersey boxer briefs.
“I am here to atone for my transgressions, Mistress.” His voice, low and crystal clear, had the corners of my mouth turning up in a smirk of approval. We had discussed him using Mistress for the evening to help drive the focus of our scene towards punishment and atonement, something we both were looking forward to.
“And what is it you need to atone for, Septus?” I asked, my eyes on him, though in my peripheral vision I eyed the crowd. I was used to having several people watch my scenes, but tonight was unlike any other I’d had at Haven. It felt like the entire club was focused right here on us. I could feel the energy pounding away in my veins like a second pulse.
“I must atone for behavior unbecoming of a willing and proper submissive, Mistress.”
“I have placed my items in two sections on the table, Septus. You will choose one item from each. The first selection will be for your punishment. The second will be for your pleasure. Choose wisely.” I gestured to the array of toys and implements I had assembled for him to choose from. My collection had grown quite extensive over the years, and I had removed any items that were on his list of hard limits before displaying them. I couldn’t help the excitement and anticipation I felt at what he might choose.
Much to my surprise, he crawled his way over to the table. Fucking hell, it was hot to watch him like this, head lowered, crawling in complete submission to me and me alone. It was heady, the power and the energy flowing through me like electricity.
He rose to his feet at the table, eyeing the implements I had presented with great thought before choosing. Moments later, he turned to me again, lowering to his knees, and holding out the two items he had chosen.
It took everything I had not to let my jaw drop in shock.
In one hand was a brutal flogger, stingy and thin, with knots at the ends of the falls. And in the other hand… my strap-on.
I was beyond shocked.
It was the last thing I would have expected him to choose. I had only removed items that were on his hard limits list, but a strap on? He wanted me to peg him?
