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Tipping her chin with the bundle of rope in my hand, I make her look at me. “You think, or you know?”

“I…” She bites her bottom lip. “I’ve never experienced it before yesterday. But I loved it. I want it again.”

Fuck me sideways. She’s too perfect for her own good. Before I confess shit I shouldn’t, my mind scrambles to keep control of the situation. “You like being fucked like an animal, Tara?”

“I like being fucked by you, Sir.” Her eyebrow lifts as she looks down at the rope. “Are you going to tie me down and do it again?”

God, do I want to. “Something like that.”

Unraveling the rope, I get down to business and set the scene. “I want to put you in a quick release compression corset. You can easily get out of it if the sensations are too much for you.”

She smiles. “Okay.”

“Then I’m going to make you lie on this bench and eat your pussy.”

Her smile grows bigger. “Okay.”

“After you come three times, I’m going to use that.” I point at a piece of machinery. “And fuck you with it.”

Her smile crumbles. “A machine?”

“Yes.”

The blood rushes out of her face.

“If you don’t want to, just say so. And know that you can change your mind at any point.” Cupping her chin to make sure I have her full attention, I remind her what’s most important here. “You’re in control. Always. Just call red if you want to stop and it all ends.”

“Why do you want to fuck me with a machine?”

“Because I think you’re going to like it, Butterfly.” And she’s going to like what I’ll do to her while the machine is on, too. “What do you say, Yes or No?”

Chapter 22

Tara

I want him to fuck me, not a machine. But I’m not about to deny the fact that letting Ryker watch me get railed doesn’t turn me on. If it’s with a machine, so be it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have two men at once.

Could I make that happen while I’m here? Yes. I know damn well I could request to have Dmitri, Vault, or anyone else who works at the club fuck me with Ryker. Christ, imagining Dmitri and Ryker taking me at the same time?

I’d need stitches by the end of it.

Too bad I’m not attracted to anyone at the club other than the Dom I chose. Dmitri’s hot, but Ryker is so fucking sexy it should be criminal. Now that I’ve had his dick, I’m certain addiction has set in.

Staring at the ropes, then the machine, then the bench, I’m suddenly eager to give this a shot. I’ll call red if it’s too much, even though I don’t want him to be mad at me if I chicken out. I feel like the wall between us is finally cracking and the last thing I want is for him to reinforce it if I disappoint him.

“Hey.” His voice is softer. “Look at me, Tara.” My gaze lifts to his. “This is all about you, baby. Nothing happens without your full consent. I only brought you here because I truly think you’ll like it. If I’m off base, tell me. Or if you don’t want to try anything in here just yet, tell me that too. Whatever decision you make is completely fine.”

I look around the room again. This suite has been off limits for as long as I’ve been a member. I feel like I’ve just gotten a golden ticket and there’s no way I’m walking out of here without trying something. I didn’t want to be the Butterfly just for good dick. I want to explore myself, my limits and different kinks, so I know what to go after once I’m out of here. “Go slow?”

“I’d do it no other way.”

Ryker places the two bundles of rope on the bench and slips out of his shirt. Today, he’s wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt that hugs his form. Most of his tattoos are on display, and I want to ask about them. Now isn’t the time, though.

“How about you go choose a dick.”

I freeze. “Excuse me?”

Ryker smiles, and it’s probably the first genuine one I’ve seen from him. It makes his eyes crinkle on the sides a little and his jaw squares off. “Go pick a dick.”

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