Page 7 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“No need, but thanks for the offer, Master Bull.”

“Oh, but I insist.”

Sage turned in stages to give herself time to force her nerves under control. As an undercover FBI agent, her presence in the offices at the J. Edgar Hoover Headquarters was kept to a minimum but she had no idea if he might have noticed her in the hallways of that same building before. If he did, the game was over.

“Ah, such a beautiful little subbie she is, too.” Beats’ eyes glimmered with lust. Sage relaxed as he showed no signs of recognition then cringed as the long whip slithered closer to her when he flicked his hand. “I can almost hear you scream,” he whispered against her cheek as he leaned in to inhale her scent. “Hmm, I love the smell of fear on a sub.”

“No need to prepare my sub, Master Bull. I assure you, I’m more than capable of handling her myself.”

The dark voice resonated through the chamber that had suddenly gone quiet. Even the musical thundering of drums became a distant whisper in response to the authority underscoring each syllable. It seemed as though every member in the whipping chamber was watching them, breathlessly anticipating a showdown.

Sage dragged in a deep breath as Beats stepped back and Master Alpha came into view… at which point she promptly lost her breath.

Holy shit! This is my Dom for the night? How could one girl get so lucky? With wide eyes, she stared at the gorgeous hunk of a man who had sparked an exciting tingle inside her earlier.

Yeah, lucky indeed. Did you happen to forget he believes you’re a masochist, which makes him a sadist?”

Shit -shit -shit!

“Ah, Master Alpha, I didn’t realize the prettiest and bravest masochist in the club would be paired up with you. Or have you suddenly decided to dip your toe into the pleasures of sadistic pursuits?” Beats didn’t appear fazed as he continued to study Sage.

“My pleasures are just that, Master Bull. They are mine. Since everyone is already allocated a partner, I assume yours is eagerly awaiting your presence.” Master Alpha’s voice didn’t change, but Sage could swear she detected a subtle warning in his tone.

“Very well. No more dawdling,” Beats said with a grin as he took a final look at Sage, and murmured for her ears alone, “I will be on the lookout for you in the future, little subbie. Make no mistake about that.”

Before she could settle the frayed edges of her mind at the sudden turn of events, her gaze was caught by a flash of possession in the mighty Dom approaching her as Beats sauntered off.

“Ready for me, Patty Cakes?” Master Alpha’s voice turned darker.

Had it been a gunfight or even a hand-to-hand combat, Sage would have stood her ground, but one look at those eyes, which now glowed with devilish intent, robbed her of all bravado. Without a conscious order flashing through her brain, Sage Lewis turned tail and bolted.

Escape was all she could think about as she ran toward the heavy dungeon door—not an easy feat with the stiletto heels she was wearing but she refused to slow down. Master Alpha might be a sex god—one she would be all too happy to spread her legs for—but one look at those bulging biceps was enough of a deterrent.

There was no way he was going to whip her, most definitely not with the one thing that had spurred on her escape—a bright red leather crop in his hand… one with steel spikes on the clapper.

Steel fucking spikes! Who even makes a tool like that?

“No! Let me go,” she shrieked as a steel band suddenly wrapped around her waist and lifted her clear off her feet. Her fingers curled around the handle of the dungeon door in desperation.

Escape was close… so close.

Chapter Four

“She did not just do that, did she?” Kaden’s amusement filtered through his voice as he watched the enchanting little submissive run off. In her wake, the delectable fragrance of fresh gardenias teased his nostrils.

“Yep. First time I’ve seen a sub run away from you. I must say, I’m very much savoring the moment.” Zee smiled broadly. “Want me to retrieve her for you?”

“Not to worry, Mistress Winter. I have this one.”

“I’m sure you do,” Zee laughed as Kaden strode after the fleeing woman. He didn’t bother to speed up when the recalcitrant sub glanced over her shoulder at his sudden approach, shrieked then bolted.

Kaden was an animal lover and stood firmly against trophy hunting but as he quickly stalked his prey, he could understand the thrill one must experience during a hunt. For his entire adult life, he never had to chase a woman. He was always the elusive one. It was a giddy feeling to be the predator and not the prey.

Now with a final lunge, a snort of laughter erupted from his lungs as he scooped an arm around her waist just as she reached out to open the dungeon door.

“Oomph!” she gasped as he tightened his hold and dragged her up against his chest, smiling as he watched her legs dangling in the air.

“I’m not a masochist! I’m not a masochist!” she screeched as she struggled against the hard constriction of his arm. With a smile, he deliberately tightened his hold, threatening to cut her in two, which spurred a frantic kicking to commence. “I’m not a masochist! I don’t want to be whipped. Let me go!”

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