Page 40 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“You’re aroused by what you see?”

Annie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I assured her.

“I know. It’s just. Well, this is the first time I’ve spoken so openly about what turns me on.”

“Just know you’re safe with me. You can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

Grabbing her hand, I led her along to Room 14. As we stepped inside, Annie gasped. At one side of the room was a four-poster bed with strategically placed D-rings to attach shackles to. There was also a St Andrew’s Cross in the corner and a spanking bench at the center of the room.

Annie walked over to the wall where various spanking implements were displayed. She studied them for a moment and then turned to me.

“Did you bring me here tonight because you thought I’d get all horny and forget you acted like a complete asshole?” There was no bite in her tone.

“Perhaps.” I had to admit the thought occurred to me. “Did it work?”

“The getting me horny bit definitely did.” She came closer until she was standing right in front of me. “I won’t forget the being an asshole part, but I have forgiven you for it.”

My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed her hands and gripped them tightly. “Thank you, Annie. I appreciate the chance to put things right.”

Neither of us said anything for almost a minute. Then Annie cleared her throat.

“So, this BDSM thing is just for inside the club, right?”

“Yeah. I come to the club when I want to indulge my desires, but I’m not looking for a full-time submissive.”

“But you like to be in control in the bedroom as well?”

“I do. When we’re in a sexual situation, I want you to submit to me. At other times, I want you to accept my guidance, like if your safety is in question, but I don’t expect blind obedience twenty-four-seven.”

“Thank goodness for that.” Annie pretended to wipe sweat from her brow. “I’m happy to explore my submissive side with you, but I’m not willing to become a mindless doll for you.”

I understood. Annie was an independent woman, used to taking care of herself. She didn’t need me to dictate what she ate, what she wore and how she behaved. I wouldn’t have wanted her if she did.

“So.” I dropped her hands and gestured to the room behind her. “Where would you like to start? What are you comfortable with?”

She looked over her shoulder. “I really want to try the spanking bench.”

“Good call.” It’s where I wanted her. “And would you like to try a paddle, a flogger, a riding crop?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip again. “A flogger?”

“Why?”

“It looks soft.”

“Wielded right, some of them deliver quite a sting,” I warned her. “And I know how to use one.”

“Uh, maybe a paddle then.”

She still didn’t look certain.

“How about I start with my hand and if I decide you can take it, I move on to a paddle?”

Annie nodded. “That sounds good.”

“You remember your safeword?”

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