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Quill shook his head. “Your secret is still safe. He doesn’t know. I realize how much I’m asking of you. But he’s a good friend, and it would mean a great deal to me if you consented.”
“And if I don’t?”
He shrugged. “I promised you anonymity tonight. If that’s to be broken, it’ll be your call. I’m not going to rip it from you. But think about it. Would it be so bad?”
Shedidfind Nolan attractive. His hawkish features undeniably worked on his face. At their first meeting she’d found him both threatening and appealing in that way that seemed to be the official template for her sexual attraction now.
“Are you sure he doesn’t know it’s me? He showed interest when he met me at that fund raising event. You seemed kind of territorial. I wouldn’t think you’d want to share.”
“I just wanted to establish clearly who you belonged to.”
“I didn’t belong to you back then.” Saskia was probably inches from a punishment with the casual way her mouth was flying off.
“Oh, yes, you did. You just didn’t know it yet. And I’m sure he doesn’t know it was you. But at leastyouknow he likes you both above and below the waist. Be flattered.”
“Can I have time to think about it?”
“I want an answer by tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.”
He raised a brow. She’d clearly hit the end of his patience.
“Yes, Master,” she corrected.
He nodded. “Tell me, how many orgasms did you have tonight? I hope you remembered to keep count as I requested.”
Saskia blanched. She’d lost count within the first hour. “I-I don’t remember.”
Quill sighed and rose from the table. He moved behind her, his hands pressed against her shoulders as if she might run. “You don’t remember. Well, then, let’s watch the video and count them together. Then you’ll get a cane stripe for each one, since you couldn’t bother to remember.”
“Y-yes, Master.”
Saskia and Quillstood in the hallway outside his closed bedroom door. Despite how long she’d been with him, she’d never seen his bedroom. He’d kept it just out of reach—a carrot on a string which was always pulled away from her at the last moment.
“Well? Haven’t you been dying to get inside? You’ve practically crawled after me, begging to warm my bed. And now you hesitate? I’m offended.”
Saskia’s hand shook as she turned the knob and pushed the door open, almost afraid of what she might find behind it.
Quill’s room looked something like a BDSM pornography set. All it needed was lighting equipment and cameras, and he’d be in business. One entire wall contained hooks with every imaginable whipping implement. A bamboo cane lay across a shelf with a little spotlight on it—as if it were his favorite. Or as if he just wanted to terrify whoever entered the room with the possibilities.
One entire corner was set up for suspension. There were hoods, and gloves, and riding crops. There were duplicates of much of the sex furniture from the gallery. Maybe he’d found a buy one get one free sale.
An enormous bed stood at the far end, far from most of his kink accoutrements—a safe space. The bedding was black.
A somewhat innocuous red leather couch angled out from one corner to create a small sitting area. Though it was the kind of couch one imagined aDear Penthouseletter might be composed from.
There was a cage next to the bed—like the one on the jet and the one inside his gallery. She fought not to start crying. She had been sure he’d meant for her to actuallysharehis bed. To sleep in it. What was the point of any of this if she’d only be relegated to another cage?
He caught her staring at it.
“I told you, you could sleep with me in my bed if you were good at the party. You’ve got a punishment coming for not counting like I told you to, but assuming you accept that without excessive whining, nothing has changed.”
She nodded, still not trusting herself not to cry. She couldn’t sleep in a cage again.
“Lose the robe and get in bed.”
Saskia stripped off the robe and got under the covers on the other side of the room while he pressed a button on a remote. A large panel in the floor slid open and a flat screen, lying horizontal, rose into the room. He pushed a second button, and the screen lifted at an angle until it was fully vertical. It was massive, much larger than the screen he’d made her watch herself on before in his study.
