Page 15 of Sinful Restraint

Once I examined her myself and was sure she was okay, I motioned to the exit.

“It’s okay if you can’t give me a tour,” she said, her feet unmoving, “but I’m not going home yet.”

I squeezed the bridge of my nose in frustration. “Santari, I’m not leaving you at the bar to get drunk when I can’t keep an eye on you.”

“I won’t be alone,” she said, her eyes dropping to my lips.

Wait.She wasn’t staring at my lips. She was trying to see my tongue ring.

I rolled my tongue, letting her see the barbell, because apparently, I liked to torture myself.

“Did it hurt?” she asked, her soft voice so inquisitive.

“Nah. I have tattoos that hurt more.”

“I never asked … What made you get it?”

I love to lick pussy, and hoped one day I could lick yours and show you how much more satisfying it could be with a man who had a tongue ring and knew how to use that shit.It’s what I couldn’t tell her. Would never tell her. So I lied and said, “I like pain.” Which I guess was true as well.

My gaze lowered to her pussy even though I didn’t have laser vision, so I clearly couldn’t see it through her dress. Sometimes when I was deep in thought, I played with my tongue ring like I was now. Yet this time, Santari was watching me intently, gently rocking back and forth with her hands linked behind her back in an innocent stance that just made me want to destroy her.

I cleared my throat, tryin’ to stay focused. “Why exactly wouldn’t you be alone if you stayed while I handle business?”

“Oh.” She motioned to the bar. “It’s a small world because I know Kesia from around the way. She’ll watch after me.”

“She’s here to work the bar, not to babysit.”

Santari placed a hand on her hip that only added to her sex appeal. “I’m a grown ass woman who has been taking care of herself for thirty years. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Elijah appeared in my peripheral, a gentle reminder that I had a lot of shit to get accomplished tonight, and if I was going to see my guest, it had to be now. Probably making the dumbest decision I had all night, I told her, “Fine. I’ve got some shit to take care of and I’m not leaving you at the bar by yourself. So you either leave or you come with me.”

“I’ll come with you,” she said, much too enthusiastically for what I was headed to do.

I placed my hand on the small of her back again, leading her up both flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator, not wanting to torment myself by being in closed quarters with her.

Once we reached the hallway that led to the private rooms, my hand accidentally dipped lower when I was making room for one of my staff members who passed by us, causing me to brush against her soft ass.

Fuck. Don’t squeeze it,I warned, my fingers itching to do just that. She stiffened beneath my touch, her breath hitching just for a second. However, that second was enough to remind me that I needed to keep my hands to myself.

We walked in silence, the music fading as we reached the Velvet Room. But the moment Santari spotted the half-open door and saw the silhouette of another woman inside, she froze.

“Um …” Her voice trailed off and her hand clenched at her side as her lips slightly parted.

I turned my head slightly, watching her reaction. Poppy was my weekday regular whenever I needed to blow off some steam. No matter how badly I would rather bury my dick inside of Santari, she was a prize that I could never win, unfortunately.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “Now that you see what my plans are at the moment, is there anything else you need before Elijah escorts you to your car?”

“Who’s the little?” Poppy asked, interrupting our discussion. Her smoky eyes filled with interest as she looked Santari up and down.

“The what?” Santari asked, her doe-eyed eyes wide as she finally found her voice, even if the two words were spoken even softer than her normal tone.

“Poppy is one of my regular submissives,” I explained, stepping farther into the room. “I’m her Dom, and she submits to every desire that I demand of her. Yields to my every command. To submit to me is to obey me, and in exchange for her power, I make sure she feels sexually satisfied. There is nothing her body craves after we’ve been together.” My voice naturally lowered as I breathed in Santari’s intoxicating scent while her curious eyes bounced between me and Poppy.

She’s getting aroused.Or maybe she already was before we reached the room. When I gave in and let her follow me upstairs, it could have played out a few ways, but how she was starin’ at me right now was the best one.

I chanced running my fingers over the exposed part of her shoulders, loving the way she shivered beneath my touch. “She referred to you as a little because your energy is innocent, andlittles can often be bratty. Poppy can feel my energy just as much as I’m in tune with hers. I’m tense and frustrated, proof that you’ve been disobeying me. Littles are often disobedient and require certain rules to keep them in their place.”

My eyes were glued to Santari as I studied every crinkle of her eyes and gasp of her breath. I noticed the moment she began understanding that I was a Dom, then the second she decided that she wanted to know more.

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