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My heart clenches at his words, and I want to ask him what he means, but I know the time isn’t right. Instead, I look up, taking in his strong features—the smooth, hard edge of his cheek and jaw, his laser-focused gaze and soft lips. Other than his big, muscled body, he doesn’t look like a trained fighter.

Still, the new information should make me scared and instead I feel even more safe.

“We’re here,” he announces as he stops us in front of a dark brown door. Anticipation blooms inside me as he turns the knob and pushes it open. The room is dark and smells of spice and lemon.

I walk in ahead of Theo, then gape when he flips on the light switch.

In the center is a bed, covered with a red sheet, with cuffs of different lengths and sizes chained to the frame. Beside it are rows of shelves filled with sex toys, whips, paddles and other things I’ve never seen before. I gape in shock, my heart thudding hard against the walls of my chest. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Nervous excitement builds inside me as I start to imagine the kinds of things that go on in this room.

Then, my gaze moves to the other end of the room and I see a wooden frame built like an X, with another plank attached horizontally to the base. Silver steel cuffs dangle from the arms of the cross, and my core clenches hard as I imagine myself attached to it, under Theo’s mercy.

“Welcome to my world, sweetheart,” he drawls behind me in that deep, mesmerizing voice that makes me want to obey.

Chapter Six

Theo

I can’t explain the myriad of feelings coursing through me as I watch Grace look around my kink room. It’s exciting to show her another side of me, but also terrifying. She told me she wanted to be exposed to all of me, yet fear clenches my gut as I worry that I might be pushing her too far, too fast.

Ever since I met her, I’ve felt more emotions than I have in a long time. She has become so important to me in such a short time. Every facet of her that I unveil only draws me closer to her. She fits every part of me and makes me want to be a better person.

Will she see me differently after this?

I’m normally not in the least bit insecure, but a part of me might just crumble if the warmth in her eyes changes to disgust or even worse—fear.

“Grace?” I ask tentatively.

She turns, and my breath catches in my throat. In the depths of her gorgeous green eyes is a tantalizing mixture of nervous curiosity, excitement, and an unabashed lust that sends blood rushing to my cock.Damn. She somehow manages to surprise me at every turn.

I walk to stand before her, leaving no space between us as I slide my arms around her waist. “Do you like this room, baby?” I ask, searching her eyes, my cock twitching at the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks.

She ducks her head, shyly looking up at me from under her lids. “I think I like it, but I have lots of questions. I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she says softly.

“Would you like me to demonstrate for you, sweetheart?” I ask, my cock tightening in anticipation.

I watch her sharply inhale and squeeze her legs together as she nods, her cheeks a bright pink. I smile down at her, happy to know that my siren has a naughty side to her. I just wish she wasn’t always ashamed about that side of her. I know it has to do with her background, the home she had to run away from.

Soon, I’ll ask her about it, but right now, I need to bring her utmost pleasure.

I slide my hands from her waist and slip my right hand into hers, gently pulling her to the nearest shelves. “All these toys are designed to give pleasure. Some give a bite of pain, but I promise you’ll derive pleasure from them too.”

“I trust you, Theo,” she whispers, and my heart clenches as I stare into her trusting gaze.

I lean down and gently cover her mouth with mine, unable to resist her soft and inviting flesh. I nibble at the corner of her lower lip and slowly lap at it, soothing the bite and reveling in her answering moan. My left hand circles loosely around her neck and I take my time to savor each lip before delving into her mouth and swallowing her moan of pleasure. Before I get in too deep, I slowly release her, breathing hard.

I take in her swollen lips and clouded gaze and my cock grows unbearably hard. “You need a safe word, if we’re going to do this.”

“A safe word?”

The tightness in my gut dissipates at the excitement in her voice. I feel better about showing her the kink room now that I know how eager she is. I doubt she even knows how excited she sounds, and I don’t intend to let her know until I figure out why she finds her healthy sexual appetite to be shameful.

“Every submissive has their limits. There are hard limits and soft limits. But I’m no sadist—I don’t enjoy inflicting pain on my sub, so I don’t cross the soft limits. And for someone like you who has no idea what her limit is, you need a safe word—a word you say when you’ve reached your breaking point. Once you say it, I stop whatever it is I’m doing,” I explain.

“Oh…” she says softly. “Can my safe word be…tea?”

“Of course, sweetheart. But why tea?”

“It reminds me of my stupidity…when I followed that man to his office and accepted the drugged tea he offered me.” Her eyes cloud over with self-blame.

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