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Basically, it didn’t matter what he did, her body reacted with aroused anticipation.
Moving through the crowd, she saw a lot of people she recognized. All of whom knew Orlando was her stepbrother. The biggest reaction they received when seen by someone she knew was a blink of surprise. Master Elijah, the club’s Dungeon Master, gave her a questioning look when their gazes met, as if wanting to make sure she was okay. She winked at him, he nodded, and moved on.
She fucking loved Black Light.
Last week she’d been too all over the place to watch other people and try to guess their thoughts. Too focused on herself and her chaotic emotions, and Orlando being there at all. This week she could pay attention to what the people they were passing were doing.
Half the people who were reacting, even as minimal as it was, were just as likely reacting over the fact that she hadn’t been in the club for so long. She knew Master Elijah’s surprised reaction probably came from the fact that she was giving Orlando a second chance. He’d talked her out of completely ending her membership and into suspending it instead.
Something she’d had reason to be grateful for last week. He knew the whole story cuz she’d poured it out to him when she’d realized Orlando had ghosted her. She knew he would try to intervene in whatever they were doing, and it wasn’t the kind of thing Orlando would have ever been kicked out of the club for, but she understood Master Elijah’s surprise.
She wondered if Master Elijah had seen them last week or if this development was entirely new to him. Not that it mattered either way. There wasn’t going to be any judgment, though she wouldn’t be surprised if he kept an eye on her and Orlando for a while.
Black Light Doms looked out for the subs, always.
Being watched over didn’t bother her. It made her feel safe.
“So, what are we doing tonight?”
“Oh, I thought I’d start by tying you up, blindfolding you, and running a knife all over your skin. Maybe leaving a few marks for you… or another rose for you to wear. Then I’ll hold it to your throat while I fuck you.”
Juliet stumbled. It wasn’t so much what he was saying as the way he was saying it — completely casually, like he’d just announced what they’d be having for dinner.
Fucking hell.
She managed to keep walking, though her knees felt a little bit wobblier than they had been before. Her panties were completely soaked already. She could feel the slickness seeping through to her thighs, feel her arousal with every step as her legs rubbed against her swollen pussy lips.
“No objections?” Orlando asked, his voice silky. Seductive.
“No, Sir.”
Talk about putting her in the proper mindset.
His fingers slid over the side of her throat, against her fluttering pulse, as he used pressure to move her beside him, directing her to their room.
* * *
Orlando
The medical playroom was the perfect room for knife and cutting play — not in the least because it had real medical supplies in it that could be used for either play or real injuries. He’d already let Master Miles, one of the Dungeon Monitors on duty tonight who specialized in edge and blood play, know what his plans were. The room was prepped for him, and he knew Miles would be keeping an ear out in case they needed anything, so everything was in order.
Orlando loved playing with the edgier kinks, and because of that he was a stickler for safety. He wanted to hurt Juliet, not harm her… there was a small but very discernible difference.
“Are we playing doctor?” she asked, amusement quirking her lips as she looked around the room, like she was trying to find clues for his plans. Even though he’d already told her exactly what he intended to do. She clearly still thought there might be something more.
Smart subbie.
“Only if the doctor is a sadist who wants to torture you,” he said with a devilish smile, releasing his grip on her neck. “Let’s get you undressed, little rose.”
“I feel like I should be protesting, if we’re role playing,” she murmured, sighing with relief as he undid the laces of her corset.
“The more you protest, the longer I’ll make you wait.” He ran his hand over the indentations from the corset on her skin, making her shiver. “But feel free to run if you want. I’ll happily catch you.”
Though if they were going to play that game, he would have preferred to start out in the club where they’d have more room for a hunt. Chasing her around a small room didn’t have nearly the same level of challenge or excitement. But if that’s what she wanted, he’d happily indulge her, and add some additional punishment to the program in return for making him work for it.
“Oh no, don’t hurt me… I promise I’ll be good,” she replied, rather than trying to run. A hint of teasing was in her voice, like she wasn’t taking this entirely seriously. Little brat. Orlando didn’t mind. He let her play while she could because he absolutely intended this to be a hell of a mind fuck.
“Be a good girl and maybe I won’t hurt you very badly,” he said, undoing the zipper on her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. The dark fabric of her thong clearly showed a wet spot that was spreading from the gusset between her legs, announcing her arousal in case he hadn’t already been sure.
