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“Very likely. I’d like to start off by putting you over this bench and seeing how you respond to being restrained. From there we’ll move on to toys and then a spanking, my hand first and then possibly a paddle or a flogger and see how you feel after that. How does that sound?”
From the way her eyes had practically glazed over as he’d spoke, he would bet it sounded damn good. She certainly reacted the way a submissive would. A flick of her tongue across her lower lip, followed by a quick drag of her teeth—a reaction he was starting to think was instinctual rather than learned, not to mention enticing as hell—and she took a deep breath.
“That sounds good, Sir.”
“Do you have a safe word?”
“Uncle.”
“Uncle?” His voice came out half-strangled. Good god, did he want to know the reasoning behind that one?
A sneaky little half-smile crossed her lips as she tipped her head to the side, the loose curls in her hair flopping sideways. “As in ‘Say Uncle.’ Didn’t you ever wrestle when you were a little kid?”
“Right.” That grin was trying to sneak out again. He stamped on it. No need to let her know he found her entertaining and adorable as well as sexy. “You can also use the club safe word which is ‘red.’ Although if the Dungeon Monitors hear anything that sounds like it’s outside of a scene then they come running and you absolutely shouldn’t need it during your Introduction Scene, but things happen.” Like Stephanie who had thought her pain tolerance was much higher than it had been. And he certainly wasn’t planning on going easy on Angel. If she was a little wannabe or playing games then she was going to regret coming into the club tonight.
He might not be a sadist like Andrew, but he wasn’t going to tolerate any bullshit either.
Angel
Watching Master Adam and trying to figure out his thoughts could be a full-time job, Angel thought. His facial expressions were mostly neutral, but his eyes betrayed him. Any time he was amused, she could see it in the little crinkling around his blue eyes and the way their glacial depths warmed. But he could flash back to cold and hard in seconds, for seemingly no reason at all. More than once she saw him looking at her as if he was attracted to her but didn’t want to be.
And that downright sucked because she was damn sure attracted to him. Hell, she’d been attracted to him at Chained and having him order her around and being all alpha-male and kind of pissed was fanning the flames. She couldn’t tell how pissed he was about her deception. Somehow, she thought it was a lot more than he was showing on his face.
Nothing she could do about it though.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, in response to his lecture on safe words. She’d purposefully chosen one she found amusing, and she was used to yelling out anyway (legacy of growing up a tomboy), and she thought she’d seen the glimmer of a smile before he’d gone all mean and distant again.
“Good. Now strip.”
The command was so authoritative that her hands were going to her blouse before she could even think. Damn! How did these men do that?! As her fingers fumbled with the buttons at her neck, she glanced around the room again and realized more than one person was watching.
Heat and ice warred within in. Okay, so she’d kind of fantasized about getting down and dirty in front of people before but she’d never done it.
“Um... how far?”
Adam glared at her.
“Sir,” she quickly tacked on. “How far should I strip down?”
“All of it.” The look he gave her was pure challenge. His voice practically purred. “You didn’t indicate you would have a problem with public nudity on your survey.”
No, but she hadn’t expected to have to completely strip down on her first night here. That had been the point of wearing the special corset. But the look in his eyes said he didn’t think she’d do it. That she’d say her safe word and pussy out. It was the same look she’d gotten when she was younger and she wanted to play football or shoot hoops with the guys, the one that said she should turn around now and go home or put her money where her mouth was.
Angel had never been one for going home.
The same stubbornness that had served her well when she was younger came roaring back. But she didn’t say anything. She started unbuttoning her shirt and doing her best to pretend it didn’t bother her. Heck, she was used to getting undressed in front of people, she reminded herself. Half of theater was stripping down as fast as you could for a costume change and it didn’t matter who was standing next to you or in front of you.
Of course there hadn’t been anyone so blatantly watching as Master Adam was. And none of them had been nearly as devastatingly attractive. With his arms crossed over his chest, his crisp white shirt tucked into dark leather pants, and the black dress shoes he was wearing, he looked like some kind of bondage GQ model.
Doing her best to ignore Mr. Serious and Sexy (not to mention Grouchy), Angel focused on stripping down. She felt her cheeks turning red as she noticed some of the glances she was getting from other parts of the room and the various people walking by. But she wasn’t going to let embarrassment stop her. Heck, some part of her liked it. By the time her shirt and corset were off and piled neatly on the floor beside her, that was obvious by the rigidly hard points of her nipples.
And her panties were soaked through, although no one could see that. Yet.
If she wasn’t imagining things, Master Adam’s breathing had picked up a bit as she let her skirt drop to reveal the lacy boy shorts she was wearing. As well as the fact the white fishnets were not tights, they were thigh highs. The lacy tops of these particular stockings were only an inch or so below her ass cheeks.
Angel hesitated and then began to step out of her shoes.
“Leave the shoes and the stockings.”
