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“I wasn’t thinking that,” she said, parting her lips when his teased without making contact. “You torture me.”
“I could do that,” he breathed. “You want pain, baby?”
“This is pain… wanting you so much.”
Especially while his solid cock pressed against her pussy. Her hips reacted, writhing and wriggling, stimulating her hormones, igniting her endorphins.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“So good,” she groaned.
His sly pleasure shivered through her. “Doing something wrong feels good.”
“Feels dirty.”
“Because it’s naughty,” he taunted, squeezing her ass in both hands, pushing up against her. “I’m a bad guy… and you’re supposed to be a good girl. Why you want a guy like me, naughty girl?”
Clenching her inner muscles, she could feel her wetness surge. “Naughty?”
“Mm,” he said, kissing her once before whispering against her, “so naughty. You’re a naughty girl.”
“Don’t naughty girls get punished?”
His grip stayed tight, but he leaned back, assessing her. “You want me to punish you?”
“Yeah,” she panted. “You want me to be a good girl?”
“I like you dirty,” he said, vaulting off the bed, her still in his embrace. “Even dirty girls need to be taught.”
She’d been nervous crossing the living room without clothes, but he didn’t think twice about going downstairs without a stitch on either of them.
Strat could be in the office. Niall. Anyone. And they were just—
He didn’t go through the curtain to the office. He rounded in a U-turn to open the mysterious door adjacent to the bottom of the stairs. Blue and pink lights flickered on in the new room, bathing everything in a purple hue.
He put her on her feet.
Where were they? What was…?
What she saw was… Huh, an intriguing space.
Bigger than she’d have thought, the room was lined in black leather, literally. All except for a flare of red leather on a closed door to the left. Tiered seating curved around the far wall, facing a central platform. The stage held a frame with chains running through eyebolts. Winches, padlocks, cuffs, ropes. In the center a padded leather bench, no, like a pommel horse, with its own cuffs and chains.
“Oh my God,” she said, walking a few steps before spinning around to address him.
The wall behind him distracted her. Racks of toys. Strap-ons, paddles, vibrators, beads, plugs, ropes, and a row of open boxes filled with all kinds of condoms.
“Interested?”
“Geez, do you get these wholesale?” she asked, going past him to touch the edge of the leather covered box. Twirling, she leaned back against the bar at her back, smiling at him admiring her. “Guess the stories are true…”
“Always with the stories,” he said. “Wanna try it?”
She glanced at the toys and ran her fingertips along a crop. “Play with the guy with no rules,” she said, taking the crop from the rack, running it through her fingers as she returned to him. “Why not?”
“There are rules in this room,” he said, taking the crop and her hand to lead her over to the platform.
“Is the door locked?”
