Page 27 of Blake

“Well, as you can see, this is the private BDSM room,” he said. The scent of leather and anticipation filled his nostrils. He felt a pang of desire deep within him.

"What's this used for?" she asked, still stroking the X-frame.

Blake swallowed hard. "It's a restraint device . . . for bondage play. The submissive is tied to it, giving the Dominant full control."

He watched as she studied the cross, and he couldn't help but imagine her bound to it, completely at his mercy.

"Tell me about that one," Savannah pointed to a red leather spanking chair, and Blake felt a surge of heat course through him.

"Uh, well," he stammered, trying to focus on the task at hand. "The submissive bends over it, and the Dominant can administer spankings or other forms of impact play."

Savannah raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Interesting . . ." she mused, clearly intrigued by this new world she was discovering.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" Blake asked, struggling to keep his voice steady as he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms.

"Blake," she purred, sauntering over to the spanking chair. "What would you do if I were to bend over this right now?"

The image of her bent over the chair, vulnerable and waiting for his touch, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. "Savannah, we're here for the interview. This isn't the time or place."

She giggled. “This looks likeexactlythe place to me.”

Blake said nothing.

“You’re attracted to me. I can tell.” She licked her lips. “I like seeing you squirm, Blake. It makes me feel good about myself.”

“You deserve to feel good about yourself,” he said, barely able to keep himself from groaning with lust. “Right, let’s go back to the bar.”

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the chair and arching her back provocatively. "Don't you want to have a little fun? Show me what being a Daddy Dom is all about?"

"Stop it," he growled, his voice strained. "I'm serious. We're not doing this."

But Savannah didn't listen. Instead, she pushed her ass up higher, taunting him with her perfect curves.

Blake growled, his body demanding that he acted upon his instincts. Damn instincts.

"Fine," he snarled, giving in. "You want this? You got it." He stepped forward, towering over her. "Safeword is ‘red.’ Remember that."

Her breath hitched, but she nodded, eyes wide with anticipation. “‘Red’ makes it stop.”

“Correct.” With one swift motion, he pulled her skirt up, baring her ass to his hungry gaze. His hand hovered over her flesh, quivering with need. "You serious about this?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Please, Blake," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “I need to know what it’s like.”

“Alright, babygirl. You asked for it.” He pulled down her panties with a hungry growl.

Damn.

Even her ass was beautiful. Pale and freckled, just like the rest of her. He fantasized about kissing every single freckle on her body. But right now, he had a spanking to administer.

And so, he struck.

The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh echoed through the room, followed by a sharp gasp from Savannah. "Again," she breathed, and he obliged, his hand coming down harder this time.

The sting of the slap reverberated through his palm. "Still think this is just a game?" he asked between strikes, each one leaving a red imprint on her pale skin. Her moans grew louder, and he could sense the building tension within her. The tension was building inhimtoo. He was so fucking hard right now.

"No," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "No, it's not a game."

"Damn right," he growled, spanking her once more before stepping back, his chest heaving as he fought to regain control. The air crackled with electricity, both of them shaken by the intensity of their encounter.

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