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A thousand times, she’d gone over tonight’s plan. But it never occurred to her that Gregorio would ignore her.
Maybe he was just busy?
Or perhaps he wasn’t here after all. That thought, she dismissed. Sheknewthey’d connected earlier.
She went back inside and double-checked each room.
With a sigh, she put down her empty glass on a tray.
The only place she hadn’t looked was the dungeon. Dare she go down there?
After swallowing her fear, she gripped the banister and began to descend the staircase.
With each step, the atmosphere became more and more charged with tension.
Different music thumped here, the tones deeper, resonate, more primal than she’d experienced before.
Goose bumps traced up her bare arms.
Needing to steady her nerves, she paused at the bottom before venturing on.
A bar was in a far corner, along with several tables.
An open area was filled with couples, threesomes, even moresomes.
Nearby, a woman was on her knees, chained to the wall. Though her head was bowed, she occasionally glanced up at the tall man standing near her, an expression of adoration on her face. Other than that, she was beautifully still, in a way Sasha wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced or was capable of.
Farther into the dungeon, before reaching the private rooms, a submissive lay on her back, her thighs parted, her hands beneath her buttocks. She wore a blindfold, a thong, and pasties with black tassels.
A man was knelt between her legs, and he talked to her soothingly as he kept a large, plugged-in vibrator pressed against her clit.
The sub whimpered and begged, but her Top was relentless, driving her to orgasm after orgasm.
Other than the amazing time she’d had in the janitor’s closet, Sasha had never experienced anything like that.
Reeling from everything she was seeing and hearing, she moved down the hallway and lifted onto her tiptoes to peer inside one of the private rooms where a Top had his bottom bent over a desk.
She was dressed as a schoolgirl, complete with knee socks and a short skirt that was flipped up to her waist. Her face was turned toward the window, making it possible for Sasha to see the tears streaking down the woman’s cheeks.
Her Top held a wicked-looking ruler in hand, and he was bouncing it off her buttocks.
Still, the woman wasn’t tied or secured in any way. Which meant she was a willing participant.
Part of Sasha longed to run away, go outside and drink in a breath of fresh air, but instead, she remained where she was, transfixed.
The man pulled down the woman’s panties, exposing her already reddened bottom.
And the sight aroused Sasha.
Frantically, she shook her head at the realization. No way could the idea of a spanking be turning her on.No way.
Inside the room, the Top trailed his fingers down the woman’s spine before moving to one side to swipe her bare ass once more with the piece of wood.
In commiseration, Sasha winced.
The woman lifted a single finger. When the Top repeated his stroke, slightly lower on her butt, the woman raised a second finger, counting out her spanks.
How many more did she have to take?