Page 56 of Dare to Love Again

“Master Finn,” she cried.

Having teased her sufficiently, he stepped forward, and he gave her, the onlookers, and himself most of all, what everyone wanted. His hand curved beneath her breast and lifted while his head bent and sucked the sweet berry into his mouth. Her impassioned cries filled the air as the flogger hit the floor.

Now free to use both hands to give her the release she needed, and had earned, his fingers plunged back inside her weeping center while his thumb worked her clit. Faster than he could count to three, she flew apart, crying out her release as her body shivered beneath his hands.

Fucking beautiful.

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FUNCTIONING AT THEmost basic of levels, Esme was aware of her surroundings, though just barely. After he uncuffed her and removed the blindfold, he wrapped her in a soft, lightweight blanket. Then, she sat when he told her to, waited without a word while he moved around the station and set things to rights, packing his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. When he picked her up and cradled her in his arms, she lacked the capacity, and the energy, to hold on until he told her to.

“Hang onto my neck, lass. We’ll go to a quiet place while you recover.”

This surprised her. “We’re done?”

“For tonight, yes.”

Drowsy, her body drained and listless, she forced her head to roll on his shoulder until she could see his face. “What about you?”

“I’ll wait until five hundred others aren’t gaping at us.”

“Five hundred!” she gasped, alarm sparking a tinge of energy. “That’s the entire membership.”

“Well, perhaps not so many, but two-thirds of that at least. I’d rather the first time I’m inside you, while your sweet cunt grips me tight, and you call my name in that sexy-as-fuck throaty voice, be for my eyes only.”

She’d rather have it that way, too, although he could have had her tonight, with all those people watching, and she wouldn’t have complained.

“The second time,” he murmured, “I’m reserving the bench right up front.”

The thought of being strapped facedown on a spanking bench with Finn taking her from behind where everyone coming in the main doors could see sent a fresh wave of desire surging through her. Her face must have given her away because his arms tightened and he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Keep that thought until Saturday, lass.”

It seemed like an eternity. She tried to hide her disappointment by posing a question.

“For the third time, could we try out one of the theme rooms upstairs? I’ve never done more than peek through the windows. The Sultan’s Chamber... All of them, actually, are amazing and accurate down to the tiniest detail.”

“Which is why there is a waiting list for most of them. For the Sultan’s Chamber, it’s through Christmas.”

“That’s six months,” she said, instantly deflating.

“As an owner, I could pull rank and bump someone, but that doesn’t make for happy customers. What’s your second choice?”

Last week, she’d seen a couple, both with very satisfied smiles on their faces descending the stairs in back, the girl with several bits of straw stuck in her hair. Ever since, she’d been dying to take a peek inside the newest theme room upstairs. “I’m a city girl and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to...”

“Say no more. I’ll reserve the hayloft if there’s an opening. Meet me in the lounge first and we’ll go up together. I’d rather you not be wandering the playroom unattended.” After her run-in with Carlos, she had no problem with that. Finn’s arms flexed, hugging her close. “Pack a bag, darlin’. We’re staying until the sun is high in the sky Sunday morning.”

“You mean for us to sleep in the loft?”

He chuckled. “That might be fun, but it could get itchy. I thought my apartment upstairs might be more comfortable. Because, while I might not finagle the Sultan’s Chamber on short notice”—meeting her gaze, his teasing wink sent a rush of warmth surging through her veins—“my bed is just as soft with identical satin sheets.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, sounding a lot like him as she burrowed deeper in his embrace. “I can hardly wait.”

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