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She braced herself for the spank that never came.
Instead, he gently kissed her. Not knowing what to expect kept her completely off balance, swimming in pheromones.
He trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs to her apex, where he teased her pussy.
“That’s it. Always keep yourself relaxed.”
She blew out a breath.
“Most often I won’t spank you there, but if I do, it’s because I want to drive you wild or because you deserved it.” He met her gaze and lifted an eyebrow. “Or simply because I wanted to.”
After rubbing sensation back into her lower body, he helped her to move slowly, then to sit up.
When she was steady, he lifted her from the counter and stood her in front of him.
Automatically, she kept her gaze low.
“Goddamn, you are a fast fucking study.”
Not for the first time, she wondered who she was becoming.
Gregorio—her Sir—threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back.
“So fucking perfect for me.”
“And you, Sir, are perfect forme.”
“Sasha.” A pulse throbbed in his temple. “Sasha. My Sasha.”
Every womanly part of her throbbed with need.
“Are you ready?”
Her eyebrows drawn together in question, she looked at him.
“To go to the dungeon.”
Her heart missed its next few beats.
Without waiting for her response, he went on, “Sometimes I prefer that you walk behind me. Especially if we’re playing publicly. But since the sight of your ass turns me on so much, I want you to lead the way.”
Swallowing this sudden lump of trepidation in her throat, she made her way to the top of the stairs.
“After you, Petal,” he said when she hesitated.
Even though he didn’t release the leash, he gave her plenty of slack.
Fighting her sudden nerves, she curled her hand around the banister.
With every step she descended, the music became louder, more resonant, thumping through her, heightening her senses.
Like upstairs, he’d kept the lighting low and intimate.
The last time she’d been here, the place had been a beehive of activity. Yet it seemed smaller, more intimate with just the two of them here.
Every single thing that existed in the Den was a possibility for her tonight, and she wished she had some idea of what he had in mind for her.
He exerted just enough pressure to tug her to a gentle stop.