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S lade Kelly spent most of the afternoon unloading supplies for the rooms in the dungeon. As a master, it was his duty to make sure that everyone was safe and well cared for. Once in a while, he had to break up a scene that was out of control or throw out a Dom who didn’t know what the hell he was doing. For the most part, his job was a dream and things ran smoothly. He hoped that tonight would be no exception because all he could think about was finishing up work and heading over to Manholes to talk to Ivy. He loved their time together and especially liked watching her curvy ass wiggle when she wiped down tables or shimmied her way around customers. Yeah, he had it pretty bad for the curvy blond and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about her.

Ivy was different from the women that he took to the club. He wasn’t attracted to those women usually just going through the motions, giving them what they needed from him. But Ivy made him crave more which confused the shit out of him. He hadn’t been in a relationship for almost seven years. That was back when he and Cash played with women together. They fell in and out of relationships, never staying too long with one woman. Cash liked to keep things casual, and he had to agree that it was easier. But then they got involved with Jasmine and thought that she could be the one. Cash wasn’t buying it though and when Jasmin admitted that she was in love with Cash and not him, it hurt. Cash didn’t feel the same way about Jasmin and days later, she took a bottle of sleeping pills and ended her life in Cash’s bed.

It took years for to finally get over Jasmine and forgive Cash. When his old friend called him last year, offering him a job to remodel the building next to his bar turning it into a BDSM club, he almost turned him down. But he decided that it was time to forgive and move on. They had both made mistakes and it was time to let Cash back in and to stop punishing them both. It was good to see his old friend happily settled with Mercy and Callan. They had a beautiful family which made long for one of his own. First, he needed to find a woman to settle down with, and then he could think about a family.

Truthfully, he missed sharing women like he and Cash used to. Even though Cash was straight, he didn’t seem to mind the fact that was bisexual. knew the score, his friend wanted to share the women that they brought home and not be sexually involved with . That seemed to work for them, but a part of knew that he needed more. The fact that Cash found another man who he was willing to share his woman with gave him hope. His lifestyle wasn’t the norm around the area, but more people were coming into the club every night and that gave him hope that someday he’d find what he needed.

had a few encounters with just male clients at the club, but he liked it when a committed couple came in looking for a third to play with. His dream would be to end up in a poly-bi relationship with a woman and a man but that was like wishing for a unicorn riding a rainbow with a leprechaun on its back.

People were starting to trickle into the club and started taking requests and assigning playrooms. There was a good crowd tonight and he hoped to get some time to go through the storeroom and organize their latest shipment. Otherwise, he’d miss seeing Ivy and that had become the highlight of his day.

“Um, I’d like to be spanked please,” a shy voice pleaded. He looked up from his desk to see Ivy’s blue eyes looking down at him. He could see just how unsure she was of herself and that thought tugged at his heart. This was not the kind of place Ivy should be in; she was too innocent—even he knew that. Cash had warned him not to play with her and the more he got to know Ivy, the more he had to agree with his friend. Ivy was something special, he just wished that she could see that. He looked her over, not quite knowing what to say to her request. He thought that she might be joking but judging from the black leather corset and tiny mini skirt that barely covered her sweet ass, she probably wasn’t.

stood from behind his desk, letting the chair scrape across the concrete floor. “Ivy, what the fuck are you doing here?” he barked. She jumped, seeming a little on edge and he instantly regretted his tone. He cleared his throat, willing himself to reign in his temper. The thought of anyone putting their hands on Ivy or anyone else granting her request and spanking that luscious ass of hers had him seeing red. There was no way that he could let that happen.

“I think I’d like to be spanked, . Please.” Fuck, how was he supposed to say no to her when she was standing in his office looking good enough to eat and begging him to spank her ass red? crossed the small room and barked at the girl up front to handle the rest of the check-ins. She nodded and he slammed his office door shut, making Ivy jump again. What the hell was wrong with him? In the few seconds, since she had entered his office, he had raised his voice and made her jump with fear, twice. He needed to get himself under control. Without it, he would be no good to her.

“Ivy honey tell me why you are here.” She didn’t look at him, lowering her eyes to the floor. He hated that he made her feel so unsure of herself. If she could just see herself the way that he saw her, she would never doubt how fucking sexy she was ever again.

“Look at me, Honey,” he growled. Ivy’s blue eyes shot up to meet his and she gasped, parting her sexy, fuckable lips. God, what he wanted to do to those lips of hers, but he needed some answers first. If Ivy wouldn’t tell him what she wanted from him then he’d send her on her way. For him, communication was key. Without it, she would end up meeting the same fate as Jasmine had and that was unacceptable to him.

“Good girl,” he praised when she maintained eye contact with him. “Now Honey, I need you to tell me what you want from me,” he whispered. He was standing so close to her that he hurt from the physical need that he felt just to touch her. Denying himself wasn’t something that he was used to doing and not touching Ivy felt like a denial.

“I’d like for you to spank me, ,” she whispered, leaning into his body.

He groaned, “Tell me what else you want me to do to you, Ivy.” She seemed unsure of herself again, even closing her eyes to hide from him. “Eyes open and on me, Baby,” he reminded.

She looked at him, gifting him with her sexy smile that nearly took his breath away. He waited for her to overcome her shyness but that might take some time. He was willing to wait because Ivy would be worth waiting for, he was sure of it.

“I want everything, . Sign me up for the deluxe package.” She giggled at her joke, and he shook his head at her not quite able to hide his smile. God, he wanted this woman.

“We don’t have packages, Ivy,” he smirked. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want, and you’ll need to be very specific.” knew that he was making Ivy go the extra mile but having her under his thumb was fun. He couldn’t wait to have her under his body, so he was hoping that they could speed things up some.

“Hmm, well—that makes this more difficult. Let me think,” Ivy said, tapping her finger on her plump lips. “I know that I’d like to try spanking, and I would probably like to try my hand at giving a blow job. Honestly, I think I’d like to try a little bit of everything but tonight we should start slow since this is all new for me.” She glanced down at the floor and back up to meet his eyes, “That is unless you don’t want me, .” She pouted and it took every ounce of his resistance not to push her down onto his desk to show her just how much he wanted her.

froze at Ivy’s words. Did she mean that being in a sex club was new for her or that sex was new? Either way, she was sending up a lot of red flags and his gut was screaming at him to send her packing. But his gut wasn’t the one in charge. That job seemed to be falling to his cock, and he wanted to play with Ivy. His dick was demanding the chance of playing with the sexy little barmaid who was standing before him, begging her to spank her ass. groaned, pretty sure that his unruly cock was going to win the battle, and he was a goner. Ivy Scott was about to find out just how much he wanted her, and he hoped like fuck that she could handle him.