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When she’d devised this little experiment, Beth had only planned to give him a few light swats with each of the items he’d selected. After his comment, however, she felt the need to remind him of just what position he held in this relationship. She’d landed four substantial hits to his ass with the paddle and then followed it up with four more of both the flapper and the tawse.

“How are you doing?” she asked when she picked up the cane.

“Fine.”

She rubbed the cane across the back of his thigh before flicking her wrist. The rattan snapped against both of his butt cheeks, and she saw him tighten his grip on the cuffs. “Just fine?”

Before he could respond, she made contact again with his backside.

“Yes. Just. Fine.”

Sliding her hand over his ass, she ran a finger along the waist of his jeans. “What do you think of the cane? Is it what you expected?”

He shook his head. “No. Not exactly.”

“How is it different?” She moved around in front of him, but kept her hand inside his waistband, teasing.

“I wasn’t expecting it to be so . . . intense.”

“Hmm. Yes. There are subs that take great pride in being able to take their master or mistress’ cane.”

Drew didn’t comment. Not with a snarky comeback, or even a grunt.

“Look at me.”

He lowered his eyes and met her gaze.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. “You only have two more to go.”

It took him a moment to answer. “No.”

Beth removed her hand from his jeans and placed it along the side of his face. As he stared back at her, she saw some of that attitude returning to his features. It made her smile. “When we get home, I’m going to tie you to my bed and ride you until you beg me to let you come.”

“Whatever you want, Mistress.”

She let her hand drop from his face, repositioned herself behind him again, and flicked her wrist twice more in quick succession. He jumped at the unexpected contact of the cane striking his ass. “Remember you said that later tonight.”

Ready to end this experiment, she tossed the cane down on the table, and picked up the flogger. It was heavier than what she normally liked to throw, but there was nothing wrong with mixing it up now and then. Taking two steps back, she held the flogger in both hands, and took aim.

His reaction to the flogger was worlds apart from how he’d responded to the cane. As she made contact for the third time with his butt, he dropped his head. Clothes or not, this was feeling more and more like a scene with every passing minute. Beth needed to end this. She needed to end it and get them both back to her place. While Serpent’s Kiss was a sex positive club, she wasn’t ready to do that with him here quite yet. No, she wanted him completely to herself for a while longer.

Beth lowered her arm and returned the flogger, along with the other implements, to the wall. Drew must have realized what she was doing because she felt him come up behind her.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

She turned and circled her arms around his neck before pulling his mouth down to hers. “No. It’s not.”

After a passionate kiss, he stared into her eyes as if trying to assess what she’d meant. “You wanna go home?”

She kissed him again. This time their lips barely touched, but the meaning behind it was clear. “Yes. I’m ready to go home.”

Drew took her hand and led her out of the room. Although some Femdoms would have had a problem with him doing the leading, Beth couldn’t care less. She loved how enthusiastic he was. And she hated to admit it—she certainly wouldn’t to him—but she loved his cockiness a little, too.

They passed Katrina at the bottom of the stairs. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yes,” Drew said without giving Beth the chance to answer.

Katrina laughed and waved as Drew practically dragged Beth through the club toward the entrance. “Have fun.”

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