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“I’m waiting for your answer. Why are you here, Petal?” Gregorio’s warm breath was on her, making her shiver with anticipation. “Did you come to bare your ass so I can give you the spanking you want?”
“No.” Frantically she shook her head.
“That’s what your wristband says.”
She closed her eyes against the hot rush of anticipation that flooded through her.
“Or is it the service part of BDSM that interests you? Perhaps you enjoy doing little things for your Top?” he suggested softly. “Scrubbing his back in the bathtub? Stroking him off in the shower?”
God no. She’d never done any of those things, had never wanted to, and suddenly images of her doing what he suggested blazed through her mind.
But it wasn’t for just any man.
Only him. Only Gregorio.
“You were studying the submissive you saw out there in the dungeon. The one who was kneeling, chained to the wall, waiting for scraps of attention from her Master.”
So he had been watching her.
“Would being required to do something like that make you happy?”
Scandalized, she gasped. “No.”Not ever.
“We could go back and watch them for a few minutes.”
She tried to shake her head, but his words held her immobile.
“He loves running his hand down the back of her head, cradling it.”
Sasha told herself to end this conversation, right this moment.
“Then he’ll turn to her and lower his zipper.”
A shiver ran through her.
“He’ll stuff his cock down her throat, gagging her, enjoying the fact tears are streaming down her face while he carries on a conversation with someone else.”
His words turned her insides molten, and she hated that.
Sasha reminded herself that she knew the club’s safe word. And Gregorio was the Den’s biggest enforcer.
If she even breathed it, he would take his hands off her and step back.
Yet no matter how dangerous he was, she hadn’t felt this safe in a very long time. She needed to be this close to him.
Inside the room, the Top blazed the schoolgirl’s behind with the belt that was no doubt warm from his body.
Shocking her, the woman didn’t struggle at all. In fact, the harder he wielded it, the more relaxed she seemed to become.
“Your first visit to a club, Petal?”
Of course not.Fast and furious, the lie sprang to her lips. But she held it back. He would see through it and no doubt raise the stakes.
Is that what I want?
“She’s a pain slut.”
“A what?”