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“Ah, there’s a smile. As much as I get off seeing fear in my sub’s face, I much prefer to put the fear there myself. Your smile suits you.”
A warm thread wove through her at his unexpected compliment.
She rewarded him by answering. “Marley. My name is Marley.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And thanks for sharing. It was going to be hard for me to fill out the guest paperwork without knowing your name.”
Say what? Had he really just offered to pay for her to get inside?
“Um… you don’t have to do that.”
“Of course I don’t but…” He paused. A sadness flashed in his eyes before his smile returned. “Something tells me we were supposed to bump into each other tonight.”
“You sure you want to open yourself up to this little troublemaker?” Derek asked from directly behind her.
The man’s eyes never left hers as he answered the owner. “The club is called The Punishment Pit. What better place to take a troublemaker to pay her penance?”
Marley’s knees started to buckle under her.
“Whoa there, I’ve got you.” The Dom paused, the humor in his eyes draining as he got more serious. “What do you say? Want to spend a night at the club with me tonight, Marley?”
It was the invitation she’d been desperate for. So why now that her chance to get back inside was finally here was she balking at saying yes?
Because I only want to watch.
What if, like Stuart, he expected more out of her than she could possibly offer?
She couldn’t resist the temptation.
“Fine. Yes, but I’ll pay you back.”
She could come up with the money for one guest entrance somehow.
“I don’t want your money,” he retorted as she felt Derek finally releasing her arms.
As hard as it may be to come up with money, Marley was more worried the price her temporary Dom requested might just be something she wasn’t capable of paying.
“So what do you want then?” she whispered.
“Well we’ll start with begging. Add in a few tears… maybe a few screams and for the grand finale, I want your orgasms.”
Holy shit.
She should be running toward the garage and she probably would have been if the Dom hadn’t broken out in a gorgeous smile that lit up his whole face reminding her the BDSM lifestyle was a bit like a game. An often debauched game, but a game nonetheless. A battle of dominance and submission. Push and pull.
Time for her to tip her toe into the match.
“Oh, is that all?” she flirted.
“For our first date, sure,” he bantered.
“Is that what this is? A date?”
“Would you rather we call it something else?”
Marley’s body was a mixed bag of emotion. Her logical brain was screaming for her to run. Her heart was longing for something she honestly couldn’t put into words.
But is was her throbbing core, aching to have some mysterious scratch itched that made her stay grounded to her spot.
