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“Well then, we should go home so I can nap.”

She laughed. “Whatever.”

His expression turned stern, and he leaned over the table to pick up her hand. “Watch it, little imp. You had an exciting night last night, and now you’re going to be out until at least three in the morning. I would be happier if you got a bit of sleep.”

This must be the not so enjoyable part of power exchange that he was telling her about. Did she want to submit like this? Or did she just want it in the bedroom? It was something she would have to decide soon. But she’d promised to give his way a fair chance, so she wadded up the wrapper for her burger and nodded. “OK. We can sleep.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words made agreeing to his request a lot easier. She wondered what that said about her.

At her apartment, Gage helped her out of her clothes, but didn’t try to initiate sex. Instead, he set an alarm and pulled the blankets back on her bed.

“Will one alarm be enough?” she asked as she crawled under the covers.

He laughed. “Yes, plenty. Why?”

“I usually set twelve.”

He blinked at her as if he wasn’t convinced he’d heard her right. “Twelve? Are you deaf?”

“It’s just so easy to ignore them and go back to sleep.”

Gage settled in bed next to her and pulled her close. “I’ll be your alarm, little imp. I guarantee you won’t be ignoring me.”

She giggled, and he squeezed her hip. “Go to sleep, babe.”

“Yes, Sir,” she muttered as her eyes drifted closed.

Sometime later, something crawling up her leg made her stir, and a faint buzzing sound wormed its way into her brain.

“What the hell is that?” she muttered groggily, swatting at whatever was on her thigh as the noise grew louder.

“Come on, little imp. Time to get up. You don’t want to be late for your show.”

Then something pressed against her clit, and she gasped at the intense vibration. He’d pulled one of her toys out of the nightstand.

Gage pulled the blankets away with his free hand so he could see all of her, then bent and drew one nipple into his mouth, twisting the jewelry with his tongue.

She moaned as he switched the vibrator on high, and she tangled a hand in his hair as he sucked on her hardened nipple.

Soon, she found herself unexpectedly on the brink of an orgasm, and she gripped his hair harder. “Gage, Sir. I’m… Please?” Asking to orgasm was weird for her, and she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say.

Thankfully, he had mercy on her and didn’t make her ask again. Instead, he pulled away from her nipple and pressed his mouth to her ear. “Come for me.”

The orgasm pulsed through her, and she cried out as it rocked her entire body. When the last tremors subsided, she was both energized and completely limp. How the hell was she supposed to get up and DJ for the next five hours when he’d turned her into mush?

Chapter 8

Gage

Gage leaned against the reception desk at Club Solitaire and observed as Kenzie filled out the required guest paperwork.

“What do you think?” he asked when she put the pen down and slid the forms back to the submissive who was checking her in. Hopefully, he didn’t sound too eager, but after her experience at The Cage, he really wanted to show her what a good BDSM club looked like.

“Much more thorough than the other night, without being unnecessarily intrusive,” she answered. “I feel safe.”

The submissive behind the desk typed a few things from Kenzie’s form into the computer and then smiled. “You’re all set. If you want to do a tour, Simon is doing one in about half an hour, because we have a lot of new people here tonight.”

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