Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Good,” I tell her, taking in a deep, calming breath, then releasing it again. “We’ll see how haughty you are when you’re belly-down on my bed getting your ass striped with the cane.”
“Right,” she whispers, looking genuinely afraid.
Good.
We pull up outside of Verge and cruise to a stop.
I crook a finger at her. “Come here, Cora.”
She’s responded well to my correction, but this is the first time we’re entering the club as dom and submissive, and I want her in her place. I watch her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath, then crawls her way over to me. Her pretty chin fits perfectly in the palm of my hand as I hold her gaze with mine.
“When we walk in there you stay by my side and keep your head down. This is not a night for socializing. I want you alone in my room immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Eyes cast down. I’ll take care of anyone who wants to speak to us. If you behave, I’ll consider allowing you to visit with your friends in the future. But not tonight. Tonight, it’s time we get our roles in order. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
My stomach warms at that, and my cock lengthens. I love when she submits to me.
“Good,” I tell her. “Then maybe after I punish you, we can see about a reward.”
“I’d… like that, sir,” she says. “I… think.”
We exit the car and head to Verge. I watch her closely, and she obeys well, like a good little girl. Eyes cast down, she holds onto my hand and walks by my side. Braxton greets us at the door, looks curiously at Cora, then shoots me a conspiratorial wink.
“Be a good girl tonight, Cora,” he yells down the hall after her and to her credit, she doesn’t respond. Tobias waves from his office, and when we get to the bar area, Travis gives me a chin lift. He looks from me to Cora, then back to me again, and his jaw tightens. I don’t blame him for not trusting me. She’s younger and maybe he thinks she’s naïve. I meet his eyes and nod at him, conveying what he needs to see.
I’ve got her. I’ll take care of her.
He holds my eyes then finally nods and turns away, a silent move to give us privacy.
“Did Travis give you the evil eye?” she asks quietly. “He’s everyone’s brother, you know.”
“I wouldn’t say evil eye, but he definitely was ready to throw down if I hurt you.”
Still keeping her head down, I see the faintest glimmer of a smile. “He’s a good guy.”
My only response is to sweep her hair off her neck and gently wrap my fingers on the bare skin there, collaring her with my hand. I don’t need to explain myself to anyone else. The most beautiful submissive in all of NYC is going with me to my private room. Familiar faces see us pass in the dungeon, but I’m beyond caring.
I want her alone.
Stripped.
Naked.
Waiting.
When we get to the navy door, she begins to tremble, but keeps her composure with deep breaths. I tighten my grip on her hand. I won’t give her any more comfort quite yet. Tonight is about her obedience to me. My dominance over her. And I won’t coddle her.
When we’re done, I’ll give her what she needs. I’ll hold her as long as she wants me to. Wipe away her tears.
And I know before we even begin, there will be tears.
Fifteen
Cora
I don’t usually cower when I’m afraid. I don’t usually tremble like this or lose my conviction, but when the navy door swings open, I can’t bring myself to move. I’m frozen in place like someone’s waved a magic wand at me and commanded I stand still. I try to will myself forward, but I can’t. Suddenly, the reality of my situation hits me like a gust of wind, and I shiver.
“Let’s go, Cora,” he says, his voice hard and commanding. “In.”
But I can’t move.
A sharp crack to my ass makes me gasp like I’m coming up for air, and I quickly find the ability to walk. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” I don’t want to fuck this up. It matters to me that I do this right. He’s paying me amply, and I take pride in a job well done.
Tugging me into the room ahead of him, he shuts the door and locks it, then turns to face me.
I have to trust him. I begin to war within myself.
He could hurt you.
But he’s a long-term member, and Tobias only allows people he trusts here.
He hasn’t hurt you yet and you signed an agreement to this.
Apple. Apple. Apple.
I’m practicing the safeword and I haven’t even stripped out of my clothes yet.
Liam’s walking around the room and I’m not sure what he’s doing, then I realize he’s flicked on some background music and lit a flameless candle. A little ambiance? Pressing a button on a little while machine I haven’t seen before, he dabbles with the settings until the machine produces a light wisp of air, like smoke, and the room soon is filled with scent of sandalwood and vanilla.