Page 29 of Homewrecker

“Let’s go. I have a room for us.”

He needed to get her alone as soon as possible. The chemistry between them was palpable, a heat and need that flowed back and forth between them, urging him on. They walked through the club, his hand firmly in place to keep her moving whenever her steps started to slow.

They could watch later.

After.

Once he’d had his fill of her.

Then he’d be happy to show her around and watch the various scenes, find out what else intrigued her. Right now, all he wanted to do was tie her up and flog her, spank her sweet ass pink, then fuck her until she was screaming and coming all over his cock. Fulfill the fantasies that had been playing out in his head all week, the ones he’d been jerking his cock to in his empty house.

Well, truthfully, his fantasies had gotten a lot more involved than a flogging and a spanking, but he’d take what he could get right now. Everyone had to start somewhere, and this way, he’d get an inkling of what she could handle.

The room he led her to was at the back of the lower level, so they passed by plenty of intriguing scenes, but once she realized he wasn’t going to pause, she moved quickly enough beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her stealing glances up at him. Part of him wanted to reassure her, to tell her this wasn’t how he normally did things, wasn’t even how he wanted to do things with her.

He wanted to tell her that she deserved to be wined and dined, to have a man get to know her before stripping her down and fucking her like a good little slut. Wanted to tell her that she deserved more than he could give her right now.

But he was a right bastard, so he didn’t say any of that. He just got her into the room and walked her to the center of it, releasing her, so she could look around while he gathered everything they’d need. His bag with his full kit—full of new toys since the ones he’d used in the past were not only old, but had too many memories attached to them—was already there waiting for them. The Outlands had several dressers and awardrobe full of anything else he might want to use. They were thorough in making sure their guests were provided for.

Picking up his kit, he turned to see her still standing where he’d left her, slowly spinning in a circle as she took in the room. He paused for a moment, trying to see it through her eyes, the eyes of someone who wasn’t as familiar with kink and who might not know what everything was.

The bed was pretty self-explanatory, of course, though this one came studded with d-rings on all four corners of the poster bed, stocks in the footboard, and was a little higher than normal beds because there was a cage underneath it. The spanking bench was also something easy to figure out, if she took a moment to imagine how someone would drape themselves over it.

There was also a St. Andrew’s cross leaning against the wall, chains hanging in various locations, and a padded leather medical examination table pushed up against the wall. Maybe they’d play doctor some other time, but tonight, Lincoln had decided to leave that particular piece of equipment where it was.

They’d use the cross for her flogging, then he’d fuck her on the bed. He’d be able to work a little spanking in there, too. A fairly well-rounded evening. Of course, there were a few other toys he intended to use along the way. As she turned to face him, his bag in his hand, Lincoln deliberately reached down and rubbed his free hand over the large bulge at the front of his pants, keeping his gaze locked with hers.

Wanting her to know how she affected him. To see how much he wanted her.

Again, her tongue flicked out, and the urge to feel it moving along his cock grew stronger.

“You’re wearing too much clothing for a flogging, pet.” He moved forward, stalking closer, coming to within a few inchesof her and setting the bag down on the floor. “Let’s get you undressed.”

“I… okay.”

“The proper response is ‘yes, Sir.’”

Her doe eyes widened, heat flickering through them.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered huskily, and the sound went straight to his cock.

Fuck, this was going to be good. He could feel it in his bones.

16

Ashley

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

She was doing this. Really doing this.

She was standing in a sex club, in front of a Dom, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to peel her clothes from her body and fuck her in all sorts of nasty, dirty ways. Every part of her body felt so exquisitely sensitive, she could even feel the cool breeze from the air conditioning wafting over her skin.

Had it been easier when she was drunk? Absolutely. Did she want to stop now that she was making a sober, deliberate choice?

Hell, no.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, hands hanging by her side. She wasn’t sure what to do next. He wanted her to get undressed, but he was standing so close, his gaze burning hot as he looked at her, and she didn’t know if she was supposed to start stripping or what.

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