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She tilts her head back and looks into my eyes, “I’m sorry. I love you, Damian. I’m sorry.”

I press my lips to hers and kiss her softly, and she parts her lips as she moans. Our tongues dance a slow, possessive dance. Every swipe of my tongue against hers only increases my need for her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kat

“I want to take you downstairs, Kitty Kat. Do you remember your colors?”

Rolling my eyes at him, I giggle, “Downstairs? Is that where your dungeon is, Sir? Yes, I still know all the colors of the rainbow.”

He rises from the floor, reaching his hand down, extending it to me, “I’ll add your smart-ass comments to the list of reasons I have to punish you.”

I gasp as I take his hand, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He chuckles as he walks me down to the basement, “Behaving now doesn’t undo your earlier actions. Please remember, a punishment does not mean you cannot say no.”

We walk down the steps together into the basement. I don’t know what I was expecting but it surely wasn’t this.

I stand gaping at the room, the shock overwhelming to the point of no words coming out. There are rows of whips and chains on the dark gray walls, a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, covered in only a black sheet, and three matching black chests of drawers that I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know what they contain. The tile is a very light gray in contrast to the walls. I glance further into the room on the left there’s some kind of ‘X’ with what appear to be cuffs on all four points.

Damian turns to me, places his thumb and finger on my chin, lifting my head, forcing my gaze to meet his, “What happens when you say red, Kat?”

I have no control over the trembling in my body, “E-e-verything stops,” I say, stumbling over my words like an idiot.

His dominating voice booms through his chest, “Submission is not a right. It’s a privilege. You have all the power. Do you consent?”

I nod, “Yes Sir.”

He breathes a sigh, as if he’s relieved, like when I say yes, it means everything to him. He said I have all the power. The feeling that he wants this, and I can give it to him is heady. I know a punishment is coming, but I can handle it. The fact is I was wrong. I should have asked him about the baby rather than taking a perfect stranger at her word. I hate that bitch. I hope I never see her again.

“Everything I use today was purchased for you.”

I giggle, “Except your dick. That’s not new, is it?”

He arches an eyebrow and shakes his head, “Oh Kitty Kat, it seems you want to be punished.”

Damian grips my bralette and unties it, then does the same with the panties, “I’m going to burn these. Do you have any objections?”

I shake my head while pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

He growls, “Good. You don’t have a choice anyway. Letting other men see you dressed like this? Oh, Kitty Kat, you’ve been such a bad girl.”

Lowering my head, I ask the question in my mind even though I’m afraid of the answer, “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes.”

I swear I shrink from just that one word, “If I say red?”

He brushes his knuckles down the side of my face, “Everything stops. Always.”

My mind races with how to react to this situation. Should I say red now? Would that end the punishment? Do I want it to? The truth is I want to know what he’ll do to me. I’m half terrified and half excited. The excitement wins out in the end, “Then punish me, Sir.”

He rubs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, “Such a beautiful little slut. Go stand at the cross.”

I breathe a shaky little breath, “Yes Sir,” and walk to the cross. I’d call it an ‘X’ not a cross, but I sure as hell am not going to argue with him.

Standing so the cross is behind me, I watch Damian undress. I’m instantly wet. I let my gaze travel every inch of his body. A little moan slips out, and I feel my cheeks heat.

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