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“I’m taking you where naughty strippers go to be punished,” he threatens.
Then he’s opening a door and carrying me unceremoniously across the threshold.
He deposits me on my feet a moment later, catching my hips and steadying me before I have time to stumble. At the same time, he kicks the door closed behind him. Then his hands spin me to face the spacious room.
My eyes widen at the sight. It’s a private playroom—very similar in design to the sex club he took me to, but with a muted red glow to the air and stylish furnishings that match the grandeur of the rest of his penthouse. This room is pristine. And it makes my heart pound.
Fingers press into my hips as Maks pulls me firmly against his body. One arm snakes around my waist to pin my back against his chest.
“Look around,krasivaya. See anything familiar?”
I do as I’m told and gasp when I recognize the frame he tied me to at the sex club. Or at least a contraption that looks very close to the same thing.
“Are you ready for that payment in full?” Maks teases, carrying my little strip-tease game into this playroom that holds every sex toy and erotic piece of furniture I could imagine—and plenty I couldn’t too. It even has a bed, like the sex club. Though the sheets look like the finest quality of black silk.
My mind flashes to our conversation last night—his initial intention to have me stay at his house for the duration of our time together—and I can’t help myself. I have to ask.
“Is this the room you would have had me sleep in?” My voice is breathy, with just a hint of incredulity.
Maks chuckles, the soft sound vibrating against my shoulder blades and down my spine.
“No. But I’m perfectly willing to tie you up and keep you here for a few days—or longer,” he murmurs in my ear.
A jolt of anxiety hits me as I worry that he might not be teasing.Would he keep me here against my will?It’s difficult to say. After all, when it comes down to it, I barely know the guy.
Tension raises my shoulders ever so slightly as I consider what I should say. I can’t be trapped in his sex room for days at a time. Not only would my business suffer, but more importantly, I couldn’t leave Sarah like that.
Maks instantly seems to pick up on my distress, and his hands knead my flesh, almost as if to comfort me.
“This room is intended to be used to explore desire, different ways to stimulate the body and activate pleasure. You should never genuinely feel scared or trapped here, Heidi. That includes keeping you here longer than you want.”
Hearing that releases the air trapped in my lungs, and the tension slips from my shoulders.
“Now that we’re on the topic, you should pick a safe word,” he says, turning me to face him. “You’re to use it if I ever take things too far. If you do use it, I will stop whatever I’m doing immediately.”
“Like a fail safe?”
Stroking a finger down my cheek, he lifts his silver eyes to meet mine, and his lips quirk into a slight smile. “Something like that,” he agrees. “Just pick a word you’re confident you wouldn’t say accidentally unless you want me to stop.”
I rack my brain, unsure of what word that might be.
After several moments of deliberation, I still don’t have one that I’m confident I won’t use. Maybe that’s because I don’t use words when I can’t think of them. This is harder than I would have thought.
Maks releases a chuckle as he runs his fingers softly over my tresses. “Would you be willing to curse as a safe word?”
“That won’t work. I curse plenty!” I object, planting my hands on my hips.
His laughter intensifies. “I mean a real curse word.”
“Well... yes, I suppose I would.” I certainly know them, even if it makes me cringe to use them. But then again, that does seem like a safe word. “How about the F-word, then?”
My voice drops when I say it, a habit built in from having a three-year-old who is sometimes more similar to a parrot than a human child.
Maks’s rumbling chuckle intensifies. “Perfect,” he says a moment later. Then he leans in to place a slow, scintillating kiss to my lips.
I lean into him, my pulse quickening as we shift back into the spicy moment.
As we kiss, Maks’s tongue softly exploring the seam of my lips, he starts to walk me backward toward the frame I spotted when we came into the room. His hands travel from my hips up to my back, where he unhooks my bra with familiar ease. Then his fingers trace up between my shoulder blades to slip the straps down my arms.
