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She winced at being so obvious. “Yes, Sir.”
His voice lowered, soft and intimate. “Do you want to hear me say how much I enjoy using you?”
Josslyn’s nipples tightened.
“Do you want to hear me say that I wish I’d left other marks on your pretty skin?”
Her pussy clenched.
“I could do that,” he said. “I could tell you all the wicked, cruel things that I want.”
She held her breath, waiting.
“But I won’t.”
Damn it.
“Because I think that will just rile you up, and you’re meant to be coming down from the scene.”
Josslyn groaned and thumped the back of her head against his shoulder a few times.
His chuckle made her smile.
“I’m not sure if you made arrangements for a room for this evening,” Ilias said, now using a normal tone of voice. “But I took the liberty of booking you a bed in the dorms.”
Some of the club’s main playrooms resembled bedrooms but were rarely used for sleeping. Club members who wanted to stay the night could book hotel-like rooms in a building set off to the side in relation to the main courtyards. Additionally, there was a hostel-like sleeping option for submissives.
“I hadn’t planned to stay the night,” Josslyn said. “I hadn’t actually planned to come up this weekend, but when I got the notice about the mandatory meeting, I figured I’d come for the night and head home. I honestly thought they were going to tell us they were raising the monthly dues.”
Ilias snorted. Dues were already akin to mortgage payments.
“In that case, you have a bed for the evening,” he said.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. And if you’re willing, we’ll begin again in the morning.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” She was more than looking forward to it; Josslyn was practically giddy at the prospect of scening with him again.
“I am too.” He shifted his hands to her arms and eased her up into a sitting position.
Her back felt cold now that it was no longer pressed against his warm body. Josslyn turned to face him, crossing her legs and wrapping the blanket around her shoulders.
Ilias was leaning against the corner of the couch, one long arm stretched out along the back. Looking at him now, it seemed surreal that this morning she hadn’t even known this man’s name. She’d probably seen him around the club before, but she hadn’t noticed him. How had she never noticed him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good.” She clenched the blanket in her fists, using that tightening of muscles to suppress the urge to add, “Sir.”
Ilias nodded once. “Do you feel up to having a conversation about our letter?”
“Yes. Let me change.”
Josslyn reached under the ottoman, pulling out her clothes. Standing, she stripped off the sheer dress. Ilias blinked, then pointedly looked away.
She pulled up the shorts, then tugged the cami on, taking a minute to adjust her breasts inside the built-in bra. She made sure her cleavage looked good before slipping her arms into the sweater.
Instead of sitting on the couch next to him, Josslyn sat on the ottoman. Crossing her legs, she leaned forward, bracing one elbow on her calves.
