Page 10 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Strange, isn’t it?” She dared a quick peek at him through the thick veil of her eyelashes. “Guess I got my answer, though. I’m definitely not a masochist.” She smiled timidly. “Am I forgiven, Master Alpha?”

“Forgiveness has to be earned at Club Rogue, my pet. Your disrespect wasn’t aimed toward Master Bull but instead, directed at me. Therefore, I’m afraid you’re not off the hook… just yet.”

“But I apologized!” Sage couldn’t hide her frustration at the delay. He was the owner of the club, the Master Dom, and no one opposed him. Certainly not a visiting guest. She would just have to bite her tongue and get this over with as soon as possible. Resisting was only going to further stretch out the interrogation.

“So, you did. I’ll give you one more chance to redeem yourself, Patty Cakes. Answer my questions truthfully, and I’ll absolve you of punishment. Lie to me again, and you will pay the penance in full. Forgiveness for blatant lies doesn’t come easily. Not from me.”

“Ask away, Sir.”

“How many years of experience do you have as a submissive?”

Sage felt the wave of embarrassment at being caught in the lie color her cheeks red. Lying about it further was fruitless. He already knew she was a virgin submissive but somehow, she had to redeem herself… by continuing the lie.

“I’m rather new at this.” She winced as his eyes darkened. “Although I have participated in some activities, I’m afraid most of my knowledge comes from fiction, the Web, and tutorial videos.” Well, spanking herself and clamping her nipples did qualify as participating. She was quick to justify the lie, if only to herself.

“Your sponsor, is he aware of your ignorance of the lifestyle?” This time there was no doubt about the irritation beginning to boil inside him. It made itself known by a bright spark that flashed in the darkness of his eyes.

“No. I assured him I’ve been in the lifestyle for years. He had no reason not to believe me.” Her response doused the heat inside him somewhat.

“The personal information you supplied. How much of that is true?”

“Oh, that’s all accurate, Sir. One hundred percent truthful.”

Kaden’s eyes narrowed as he rose. His stance visibly became more forceful as he straightened to tower over her.

“Why are you here?”

“I’ve become so consumed with the fictionalized versions of the BDSM lifestyle and club stories that I started living them in my mind. I came here because I wanted to fully embrace being sexually dominated, not just play at it with a partner at home.” Sage felt her right eye twitching. It always happened when she blatantly lied. She could only hope that he didn’t notice.

Then he smiled. Staring at him wide-eyed, she realized that he knew she lied. It was there in the way his lips twitched, a positively demonic grin of enjoyment. She frantically dragged in a breath as she attempted to bring her heart rate back to normal but the dark expression crossing his face, instead, caused her entire body to start shaking.

Good Lord! He’s just a man. He has weak points, like any of those you’ve fought in the past. Get a grip, woman. You can take him!

Her little power talk disintegrated in the face of the man with a ripped six-pack as she found herself becoming numb. Her courage withered, not because of his size but because of the powerful Dominant that suddenly looked larger than life.

“I warned you not to lie to me, Patty Cakes.” His voice turned ominous as his mouth twisted in warning.

Unnerved, Sage couldn’t formulate a thought to utter a word, so she just stared at him. He returned her look; his entire demeanor poised, waiting… daring her to not fail him again.

“I’m not lying,” she finally croaked. A feeling of dread flooded into her as he looked on in utter disappointment knowing instantly that she had censored the truth, yet again, with a bald-faced lie.

The spot where he slapped her started to tingle. It expanded to her buttocks, igniting the remembered spark of pain as her muscles clenched, all the way to her knees.

He leaned closer, offering her no escape. “Exactly what aren’t you lying about? That you have some BDSM experience, the information you supplied, or what you’re doing here at Club Rouge?”

“B-Both, all of it,” she stammered, completely rattled by his proximity. She could cope with the powerful dominance he exuded from afar but up close and personal? Now, that was a completely different ball game. With the lightest touch, he turned her into a flustering, quivering ball of fire.

A long exhale drifted from his lips as he straightened and looked into her face. “Are you sure you don’t wish to change your answer?”

“Quite sure.” Flicking her arms, she straightened onto her knees. “Now, if the interrogation is over, I’ll be taking my leave. I suspect I am to exit the premises immediately?”

“Sit down.” Without raising his voice, the order carried such power that Sage’s bottom promptly plonked back onto her feet. Her jaw went slack as she tried to compute what had just happened. In no way that she could comprehend had she ordered herself to react to his command and yet… she did.

A small squawk escaped her lips as he picked up the red leather crop and slapped it against his leathers—the sound a promise of pain and punishment. Both of which she had no doubt featured prominently in the very near future if she didn’t manage to get out of there, pronto.

“Since you claim you’re being truthful, it would be remiss of me not to offer you at least a taste of what true BDSM lifestyle offers.” His smile grew at the same pace as the shudder that wracked her body.

Mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed, her eyes drawn back to the crop he continued to clap-clap-clap against his pants.

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