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“Show me your world.” She slips her fingers into mine and stands from the couch, prompting me to rise with her. Lightly squeezing her hand, excited about the possibilities beyond the double doors, I lead her down the hall and into the club.
Her gaze scans the room, taking in every detail before returning her attention to me. “This place is beautiful. Nothing at all like I imagined. Or what I saw online.”
“Clubs and dungeons come in many varieties.” I tug her hand to lead her into the depths of the club as I continue. “This one is designed for an upscale clientele. Men and women who would prefer their sexual interests to be kept private while allowing them the opportunity to practice the things that they enjoy openly.”
“Oh.” Her gaze fixates on the room we are passing. The suspension apparatus Declan purchased is sitting in the center of the room, which has various textures and lengths of rope perfectly bound and hung from small hooks on the wall. “Shibari?” Her tone is inquisitive.
“Yes. Not my specialty or one of my interests, though.”
“And what are your interests, then?”
“Obedience.” I continue to lead her down the hallway, past viewing and demonstration rooms, with a brief pause to explain the glory hole as we passed it. “Full, unwavering obedience.”
“And how does that work?”
“In a perfect world, a submissive who follows every demand, request, and instruction without question. That involves learning that I know what is best for you and that the decisions I make are for your betterment.”
“Really?” she gulps with a slight roll of her stunning, deep chestnut eyes. “You know what’s best for me.”
“I wasn’t finished.” My tone is curt as I step close and press my finger to her lips, immediately feeling it tremble against my fingertip. The deep breath she takes causes her tits to rise and fall dramatically. I slide my finger from her lips, dusting them down her throat and over the swell of her breasts as I lean close enough to nearly kiss her lips. “Giving all of yourself to me, allowing me the privilege of fucking you when and where I see fit.”
Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard. “Turning every bit of you and your pleasure over to me, coming on command and only for me,” I continue, the pace of her breathing continuing to increase in speed.
“And when your submissive doesn’t listen?” She stares up at me, her eyes filled with both intrigue and lust. “What happens when you don’t get obedience?”
“Correction,” I answer as she presses herself closer, leaving our lips a hair apart, “Disobedient submissives are provided with discipline to teach them to behave.”
“To punish them—” Her lips buzz against mine.
“To correct them.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LAYLA
“Show me.” The words bubble from my lips as though I have no control, my desire to learn vastly outweighing my ability to hold them back.
“Show you?” Tristan cocks an eyebrow. “What do you want me to show you?”
“Discipl—” I pause. “What correction looks like.”
“There isn’t just one way, darling.”
I inch the long, loose floral fabric of my dress up my legs, bunching it in my fists until it’s resting at my mid-thigh.
“You said coming only for you.” I lift the dress higher, barely revealing my sheer panties. “So, if I was yours, I couldn’t touch myself without your permission?”
I lift my dress high enough to allow me to slip my hand beneath the sheer lace; my brazenness fueled entirely with nerves and desire for the man standing before me.
A tiny whimper trembles over my lips as the pad of my finger grazes over my clit, and it causes his jaw to clench. Continuing to tease myself, my breaths grow heavy. “This would belong to you, and you wouldn’t like me pleasuring myself. Playing with my clit and slipping a finger inside”—a stifled groan interrupts me—“and coming without your permission.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “Good girls do as they’re told, and they don’t play with their needy little pussy without being told they can.”
My fingers diligently rub over my clit, and my heavy breaths pant against his face as I continue to work myself to the brink. I chew at my lip with my thighs trembling. “And how would you punish me if I did it anyway?”
“If you were mine.” He blows a heavy breath against my lips.“You’d be learning a harsh lesson about what happens to disobedient little brats.”
Lifting my dress higher, I add the front of Tristan’s shirt to my already full fist, needing desperately to hold on to something before my legs give out beneath me. “And what would that lesson be?” I push out the words through my labored breaths.
