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And damn her body for finding it so freaking hot.
A muscle in his jaw clenched as she stared up at him, fascinated. “All right.”
The way he gathered himself and stood up straight was as controlled as his descent had been. She wondered if he did any dancing. He must be doing something physical on a regular basis to have so much deliberate muscle control. Maybe not dancing. Probably some super-masculine sport.
“I’ve read your survey. It seems like there are a lot of things you haven’t tried. My plan was to have you try some of those things tonight. How does that sound to you?”
She swallowed convulsively. “Good. That sounds good.”
Hell, if it sounded any better she might orgasm on the spot. Her nipples were already trying to drill holes through her shirt and she was more than a little thankful she’d chosen to wear a white thong and lacy white boy shorts underneath her skirt. Otherwise, she’d be leaving a mess behind on Master Patrick’s chair.
“Sir.” He gave her another look.
“Right, sorry Sir.” Good grief she was a mess. She’d fantasized about this man more than once over the past couple of weeks, but she’d never thought she’d be in this position with him. If she’d known what she would be walking into, she never would have come.
But she had to admit she was glad she had. So far at least.
“And it indicated you’re comfortable with the demonstration involving toys and hands?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Alright, Angie, let’s go.” He stressed her name and Angel felt something inside of her stomach twist.
“Angel. My real name is Angel.”
The look he gave her was both sardonic and approving. Almost as if he already knew Angie had also been a false name and appreciated her honesty.
Adam
As he led Angel down through the main room and the upstairs, giving her the tour, he was quickly revising his game plan for the evening. No private rooms, that was for sure. He was too angry to completely trust himself with her privately. And part of him wanted to expose her publicly.
It was difficult to hold onto his anger as she stared at the private rooms with a kind of awe, the same little bounce in her step he’d noticed at Chained. His body, in particular, was less interested in being pissed and a lot more interested in the glimpses of lace he saw when her skirt flounced up or the way her breasts jiggled on the shelf of her corset. The slutty-innocent look of all white in such revealing clothing appealed to him in a way he would have never guessed.
He saved the downstairs for last. The Dungeon was the best place to deal with her, right in the center of the room where the spanking benches were. They were one of his favorite pieces of equipment anyway, and if anyone deserved a spanking, Angel did.
Once he’d shown her the doctor’s office, jail, and the interrogation room, he led her to one of the many open benches. Since it was Thursday there weren’t as many people here, especially since it was fairly early in the evening. Off to the side he saw Will had Ellie tied up to a Saint Andrew’s cross and he was using a single tail on her buttocks. Tom was nowhere to be seen.
Noticing Angel was watching the display as well, he decided to give her a few minutes to soak it in. By the way she flinched every time the whip landed, leaving another welt across Ellie’s ass, it wasn’t something she’d be interested in trying. Which was fine with him, he preferred to stay away from the whips anyway. Floggers on the other hand...
Suddenly her attention jerked back to him and she flushed as she realized he was studying her.
“Sorry... Sir.”
“See anything you like?” he asked, gesturing at the cross. Angel shook her head, winding her fingers around each other as she lowered her gaze to the ground. Not entirely unexpected, going by her survey.
Seeing that she was eyeing the bench he was standing next to, Adam gestured to it. “This is a spanking bench. Have you ever been on one of these before?” She shook her head again and he sighed. “Answer verbally, Angel. I need to hear your responses and you need to get used to giving them. Clear communication is quite possibly the most important part of scening.”
“No, Sir, I have never been on a spanking bench.”
“Have you ever been spanked?” He asked, trying to ignore the way her low voice was making his cock throb in his pants. Considering he’d been hard since he’d started showing her around the club and thinking about all the dirty things he could do with her, the fact that she could arouse him even further with her voice was more than a little disconcerting.
She shifted her weight on her feet, color heightening her cheeks. Embarrassed? It was impossible to fake a blush, right? “A couple times. I asked one of my ex-boyfriends to and he did it but it... it wasn’t like what I thought it would be.”
“And you think I’ll be able to do better?” He wasn’t able to completely keep the amusement out of his voice.
Angel peeked at him in a shy little way which made him almost forget she was a liar. “I think you have a better chance of knowing what you’re doing.”
Okay, that made the side of his lips twitch, but he smothered the grin which was trying to sneak out.
