Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“No. Not usually. But he caught me in some rare moments of being...overwhelmed,” I answered carefully, still unsure of how much I wanted to share. “Then one thing led to another and...” I hesitated.
Should I?
Shouldn’t I?
I went back and forth, weighing the pros and cons.
Looking around the room, remembering I was in a sex club, I settled on my answer. I settled on being bold—fearless. If you couldn’t be yourself inside a club that encouraged everyone’s unique tastes, then where the hell could you be honest?
“In the end, he had me bent over a desk, spanking me. Which somehow managed to calm my nerves. I know it sounds completely and utterly crazy, yet here I am.” I finished the ramble with a manic laugh.
“Not crazy at all,” Rose answered, as if I’d told her I thought I was crazy for drinking water. She shrugged with a pensive gaze and continued. “There’s actually quite a bit of research on how impact play releases endorphins. It can help ease anxiety and aid people in letting go of past trauma.”
Just like the woman in the previous room. She had appeared to be more relaxed before we walked away than when we arrived.
Corbin choked on a laugh. “The year we transitioned The Berkshire into what it is now, Rose and I participated in more impact play than ever before.”
“It really did help. As well as many other things,” Rose said, shifting a devious smile to Corbin that left me wondering what those other things were.
“I had to reach out to Lucian to assist me through some of them. He’s one of the best dominants I’ve witnessed in an impact scene.”
I blinked, my mind racing.
Corbin had seen Lucian perform.
Lucian performed in front of others.
Lucian performed with someone else...in front of others.
Was it Emily?
I shook my head. It didn’t matter what he did or who he did it with. None of it mattered to me.
It shouldn’t.
It didn’t.
“I instructed you the best I could,” Lucian said.
“I think you did an amazing job—if I had to say from experiencing all he learned,” Rose gushed.
“Thank you.” Lucian tipped his head. “So, what is happening on the stage tonight?”
“Unfortunately, no spanking scenes, but we have a new toy to showcase on a female. We plan on testing the claim that it can make any defiant sub orgasm no matter how much she tries to stay in control while being bratty,” Corbin explained.
“I doubt that,” I muttered to myself. I’d tried more than a handful of vibrators, and I’d yet to find one that could make me come when I tried to.
The conversation stopped as all eyes turned toward me, letting me know my disbelief escaped louder than I meant it to.
Lucian’s gaze tugged my attention like a hand forcing me to face him. He studied me with an arched brow. “Do you think you’re able to remain in control of choosing whether to orgasm or not?”
Awareness prickled along my spine. A warning that I was encroaching on dangerous territory.
I ignored it, instead, focusing on the challenge glinting in his dark depths. “Of course,” I proclaimed and rolled my eyes. “I’m in more control than some man with a toy.”
“Oh, shit, girl,” Rose muttered. Although, not in support. More like she feared for my safety as I poked a bear.
And she might be right.
Lucian’s lips slowly tipped into a gloating smirk that said I played directly into his hand. I’d ignored the warning signs, and I had a feeling I was about to find out what lay beyond them.
Without looking away from me, he spoke to Corbin. “Is tonight’s demonstration performed by a couple, or is it open to volunteers?”
“One of the employee dominants, Clive, will be utilizing shibari and the vibrator, but I don’t think he was set on any specific woman,” Corbin informed. His excited tone pulled my attention to him. He looked between me and Lucian with a matching smirk before settling on me. “He might be open to volunteers, Aspen, if you’d like to give it your best shot.”
Before I could formulate a polite rejection, Lucian snorted, and I whipped my head around and glared. “Aspen is only here to observe. And I’m pretty sure she’s never even kissed in front of people. I highly doubt she’d get on a stage in a crowded room to get fucked by a vibrator.”
Heat spread up my neck, wrapping around my rejection and tugging it back. His doubt ignited a fire under my skin, pushing me to fight back. “Actually, I would love to be put on display. Especially if I get to make Lucian eat his words and show him how in control I am.”
Maybe he needed a reminder that just because he caught me in a few weak moments didn’t mean I was weak. It didn’t mean I couldn’t control myself. Just because I enjoyed the way he controlled me those few times, didn’t mean I was some malleable princess.