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“What’s the magic word?”
“Please, you ass. Please.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, yanking her against me. I wasn’t used to feeling such strong desires, longing to claim her as mine. I’d purposely resisted considering taking another submissive, even for a short length of time. Why her? Why now?
“While I have no issue providing a certain level of slack given your lack of understanding, any additional disrespect and I’ll pull you in front of several members where I’ll provide a harsh lesson you won’t soon forget. Do I make myself clear?”
She swallowed, her body quivering. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, I’ll grant you your request.” With all her push against what she was seeing, the nervous tic I’d noticed in the corner of her mouth had nothing to do with disgust or fear.
Excitement.
She pushed away from me, attempting to take the lead. I stopped her cold, yanking her by the arm and against the wall. “You will not barge into any rooms. You will do so with the same level of respect for the members and their guests as youwillgive to me. This is a gift, a privilege not offered to anyone who isn’t a member or a guest.”
“I thought I was your guest,” she said sweetly. Although the backside of the succulent sweetness was a fly trap. I sensed it. We were oil and water, which of course made me want her that much more.
“Which means I can revoke your pass at any time.”
There was such fire in her eyes that I was certain the entire facility was going to burn to the ground.
She smashed her hands against my chest, doing everything she could to push me away.
That’s when I couldn’t take it any longer, wrapping one hand around her long neck while I slapped the other one against the wall beside her head. Then I crushed my mouth over hers, enjoying every second of how she squirmed against me, trying her best to issue several hard punches.
I tightened my hold on her throat, holding her in place as I thrust my tongue past her tight lips. The taste of her was as sweet as I thought it would be, ripe like cherries in the spring. The fact she continued to wiggle, undulating her hips against me did nothing but fuel the fire lingering just under the surface.
It had been so long since I’d enjoyed having a woman in my arms that I was ravenous, ready to devour her. Just as I thought she was going to acquiesce, giving into her desires, she managed to stomp on my foot.
However, that didn’t break the connection. If anything, it only enflamed the need roaring through me. I used my thumb to lift her chin, drinking in her essence as the crackle of electricity tearing through us was heading toward being able to light up the entire city.
When she slowly slid her arm around my neck, molding her body against mine, I shifted my groin back and forth, allowing her to understand how hard she made me. I dominated her tongue, taking my time to explore as if we had all the time to enjoy each other’s company instead of this being a stolen moment.
She tangled her fingers in my hair, doing her best to suck on my tongue. I shouldn’t have fallen prey to her antics. A split second later, she bit down, the pain crashing into my system. I jerked away, which gave her enough room to strike.
Even with the closeness, she managed to drive a hard right hook just under my chin. I took a step back, giving her a stern look. “One bad girl.” I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pinching until she hissed. “That will not be tolerated.”
“Don’t tempt me to do more.”
“Have you forgotten that I’m in charge?” I could tell my tone of voice surprised her, one that was rarely used until my last button had been pushed. Her eyes flashed and fuck, I wanted her even more.
“No, sir,” she gritted out, despising me for a single reason. She wanted to be my good girl, my perfect little pet.
“Now, we’re going to continue our tour, little pet, and you will obey. Period.” The second I brushed the backs of my knuckles against her cheek, her lower lip quivered. This time, there was no need to demand an apology.
“That was rude. I’m sorry.”
“Now, see? That wasn’t so difficult. Was it?”
“I’m eager and willing to see more.”
I accepted the challenge, gladly taking her to the Shibari room. The moment we walked inside, I sensed she was determined to keep her resolve. Mine were already struggling as well. This was one of the proclivities I enjoyed but hadn’t allowed myself to indulge in for years.
Good for her.
Yet she stood stoically, never blinking as she gawked at the naked woman encased in rope, her body hanging from the ceiling. “How is that sensual under any circumstances?”
“The woman is considered a bottom in the relationship. This is Shibari, Japanese rope bondage. Being tied can be very freeing, calming, especially for someone that’s used to being in control. The bottom is often swept away in the feeling of being relaxed, a moment of bliss taking over their anxiety. The focus is on friction and wraps instead of traditional knots such as you find in American rope play.”
