Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Easy.
This little sub wasn’t that person. She was just someone who needed a bit of guidance.
But damn, she smelled good. He couldn’t smell her before with the scent of so many bodies and everything else in the room.
However, as he led her over to one of the privacy booths in the quiet room behind the bar, he caught hints of vanilla and something else.
Salem stepped into the booth and sat, but he didn’t pull the privacy screen. He hoped that would help her feel safer with him. Although she still showed no signs of fear.
“What are we doing in here?” she asked as she settled onto the leather seat.
He noticed then that she was wearing black leather gloves.
“Aren’t you hot in those gloves?” he asked.
She gave him a curious look as she shook her head. The lighting was dim in here, but it was enough for him to see her face clearly. Plump lips, long eyelashes, high cheekbones.
Yes, she was utterly gorgeous.
And it was a wonder that one of the Doms here hadn’t already propositioned her.
“You lied to me.”
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “I only met you fifteen minutes ago. I don’t even know your name. How could I have lied to you?”
“It surprises me too. Considering that you’re a sub in a club filled with Doms who wouldn’t hesitate to punish you for lying.”
“But none of them are my Doms, are they? And I didn’t agree to any punishments.”
Okay, perhaps she had more experience than he thought. Relief filled him. Along with a hint of sadness that surprised him.
Why wouldn’t he want her to be experienced?
Because he wanted to teach her? That was absurd. Like she had said, they’d met fifteen minutes ago. After they had this chat, he was leaving. And he doubted he would see her again.
“You agreed to the club rules, though, didn’t you? And if you breach them, you accept punishment from one of the monitors or owners. Or your membership is revoked.”
“That’s true. But you’re not a monitor or owner.”
“Hmm. No. That’s true. But there’s one just over there.” Her gaze moved over to the monitor standing in the corner of the room.
“I didn’t think lying was against club rules,” she said.
“It is if it affects your safety.”
“What did I lie about that affects my safety?”
“You haven’t been to a club before, have you?” he asked.
She blinked. “I have. But I never played, I just watched. And there were subs who walked around in bare feet.”
All right. He felt better now that he knew she had some experience.
“You seemed shocked over the sub in the cage,” he pointed out.
She cleared her throat. “I guess I did. I’ve never, um, felt a reaction toward anything I’ve seen before like I did that.”
Interesting.
“What is the part which intrigued you?” he asked. “The part where she was on display and he was letting other people touch her? Or was it the pet play aspect?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think I want strangers touching me.” She shuddered. “Nope. And I don’t like the idea of a cage. I’m also not sure I like the idea of wearing cat ears. So weirdly, I don’t think I liked any part, but put it together . . .”
“Perhaps you liked the part where he had complete control over her and she had no say. Apart from saying her safeword.”
She licked her luscious lips. “Maybe I did.”
His interest was stirred. “Do you know the club safeword?”
“Yes, it’s red,” she said huskily.
“Would you like to—”
“Ahh, there you are.”
He looked up in irritation to find Quaid Ashworth standing there. He was part-owner of the club and not a man you wanted to cross.
“We’ve been looking for you,” he said to the girl. “You were supposed to stay with your monitor.”
“I wondered why she was on her own,” Salem said.
Quaid frowned. “Yeah, it was a mistake that will be rectified.”
Probably on this naughty sub’s butt.
Although she didn’t seem to realize that.
“I’m fine,” she said, waving a hand through the air.
“Sub, you will not speak to me like that,” Quaid said. “You will get up and come with me to accept your punishment.”
She narrowed her gaze at him, then turned to Salem as though she expected him to save her.
“I’m afraid you either come with me or you leave the club. Those are your two options,” Quaid explained.
There was silence for a long moment and Salem knew he couldn’t interfere and undermine Quaid’s authority.
“Fine. If I’m still alive I might SYL,” she said to Salem.
She stomped off with Quaid and he had to smile.
That subbie was in a world of trouble.
And he really did wish he was the one disciplining her.
Also what did SYL mean?
6
Alexei opened the front door to the house.
There stood a petite, slim woman with amazing hair that she’d pulled back into a ponytail. He immediately wanted to tug it out and order her not to tie it back again.