Page 40 of With this Ring

Sasha licked her dry lips.

For a flash of time, he’d been hers, but that suddenly seemed like an eternity ago, and he was once more a stranger who both intrigued and intimidated her.

“Waiting for something, Petal?” He considered her. “Or perhaps you’ve changed your mind?”

“No.” With determination, she shook her head. “Not at all. I just…”

He waited.

“I don’t know what to do. This is all…”

“New?” His lips twitched with a smile. “So tonight was your first visit to a BDSM club.”

Caught.At least she hadn’t lied out loud.

He drew a thumbnail across her upper lip.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Petal. I’ll tell you what to do. And you’ll be perfect.”

She wished she could believe it was easy.

“I can’t tell you how much it pleases me that no other man has dominated you.”

And he’d done that before, hadn’t he? At the wedding. Now she knew for sure that he’d been exerting sensual control over her.

“Start with my boots.” He sat on the side of the bed and nodded toward the floor.

The words were a command. Not a question.

Maybe she should be grateful for his guidance.

Heat rushing through her, she knelt.

This evening, she’d seen a lot of things at the Den, but she’d never imagined she’d be in this subservient position in front of any man.

Still… She didn’t hate it. The startling thought shocked her.

“Get on with it, unless you want to earn a spanking.”

Mouth open, she glanced up at him. “You don’t mean that.”

He clamped his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t I?”

Hoping he was joking, she removed his sturdy motorcycle boots, her hands shaking the whole time.

God help her. This felt natural—the way things should be.

Moments later, she tucked the socks inside the footwear and slid them out of the way.

“Good girl.”

She sucked in a deep breath and looked up at him.

“You like that, don’t you?” He captured a lock of her hair and wound it around his hand. “Being my good girl.”

No.

Yes.

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