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A caveman shouldn’t have feelings. Neither should a sex club owner.
Perhaps the best way to get rid of her was just to fuck her out of my system. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself nonstop.
Even though I’d been fucking her. Nonstop.
Even though she still wasn’t out of my system.
Still, I dragged her to the private dungeon room I’d been fantasizing about since I met her.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice innocent but expectant.
“To a private room. My private room,” I said, retrieving the black card from my pocket before pressing it against the large wooden door.
Faith was so close I could smell her shampoo as she pushed her long, thick blond hair over her shoulder. I knew if I looked down at her, I’d be a goner for those wide, sad eyes, but this wasn’t about how I felt. Cavemen don’t feel.
This was sex.
Opening the door, I knew better than to turn on the lights. A dim red glow hovered over the room, casting shadows over the array of toys. Faith didn’t hesitate. Instead, she went to a sleek two-step bench, running her fingers over the wooden piece. To the untrained eye, it might look like two large, padded boxes with metal rings on the side, but anyone who has lived the lifestyle knew precisely what it was for.
“What is this?” she asked, looking back at me, blinking slowly. She could have gone for something innocent, perhaps starting with one of the chaise lounges, but no, she had to go right in for the kill.
“It’s a spanking bench.” And oh, how I long to chain you to it. My queen, my virgin.
My fucking kryptonite.
My cock twitched. I started getting uncomfortably hard.
She cocked her head. “How does it work?”
This woman was so innocent. Just seeing her wide eyes had my cock rigid.
“Kneel,” I commanded. “And I’ll show you.”
Faith did as she was told, quickly dropping to her knees on the first box. She looked up at me, eager to please.
Fuuuuuck.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, watching them widen in the dim light as I went to the wall, running my fingers over each pair of cuffs until I found a soft pair. I didn’t want to hurt Faith, but I needed to restrain her.
“I’m going to strap you in. You’ll stretch from your hands here at the top,” I said, tapping the higher box. “And then your ankles at the bottom, where they are now.”
Her eyes were huge in her face. She swallowed hard but then nodded.
“Words. I need words, Faith.”
“Yes… Sir,” she whispered, and the sound went straight to my already aching cock. “I consent.”
Gripping her hands, I pressed them against the wood, relishing how soft her skin felt under my fingertips as I cuffed her to the bench. Slowly, I slid my hands down her supple body, clad in nothing than scraps of black lace.
Each brush of her skin under my fingers was like going to heaven, but I knew I had to stop. I couldn’t be obsessed with this woman.
And after she discovered exactly the kind of man I was, hopefully, she’d run.
“Did you see anyone get paddled in the dungeon tonight, Faith?” I kept my voice even as I stood up.
“Yes, Sir, I did,” she said, wiggling against the restraints. She didn’t try to break away; she seemed to be situating herself, preparing for whatever happened next. “One of the patrons was spanking one of the girls.”
“Did she appear to enjoy herself?” I asked.
