Page 22 of The Breaking Point

It did. It really fucking did. When I wrapped my fingers in Shayla’s hair, pulling her head up and back, she let out a gasp of surprise.

“What if I told you to kiss my feet right now,” I growled.

Shayla smiled. “As you wish, Master.”

She kissed my feet, right and left, and then I hauled her up and pulled her into one of the nearby private rooms.

Before we got started, though, Shayla made sure to tell me her safe word and what her boundaries were. I gave her the safe word I’d thought up when Selena had asked me. I then told Shayla that since I’d never done something like this before, I didn’t know yet what I didn’t like.

“You mean I can peg you?” Shayla asked, grinning.

I snorted. “Fuck no.”

I didn’t want to have sex with Shayla. I wanted to see what it was like to dominate a woman. I had her strip and lie down on her stomach. I went to the wall of instruments, wondering which one I wanted to use.

“Do you have a preference?” I asked Shayla, curious now.

She looked at me over her shoulder. “The red whip. That’s my favorite.”

I grabbed the whip in question. I ran my fingers down the length of it. It seemed rather unassuming. Would this really give a woman like Shayla pleasure?

I tested it on her ass. She shivered, and I did it again.

After a few strokes, Shayla guided me on how hard she liked it. It didn’t take long before I was whipping her ass until it was a bright, cherry red. With each slap of the whip, Shayla moaned.

And then she was begging me to stop, which made me hesitate. But she wasn’t using her safe word. So when I kept going despite her feigned protests, I felt a strange sense of triumph.

I was also so turned on my cock was like an iron bar in my jeans. I’d never thought doing something like this would get me going.

Worse, Shayla’s blond hair and long legs reminded me so much of Grace that it was easy to imagine it was her moaning and begging.

Marking Grace like this, her ass jiggling, her cries filling the room—God, the thought alone was intoxicating. I increased the speed of my hits until Shayla’s yells turned to squeals.

My arm was tired by the time we finished. I hauled Shayla to her feet and gave her a smacking kiss.

“Thanks for that,” I said, breathing hard.

“Great job for your first time.” She kissed my cheek. “If you ever want a repeat, let me know.”

I was on a strange high as I drove home. It felt like my entire body was vibrating, and it wasn’t like I’d even fucked anybody. I hadn’t even wanted to.

I understood now why Mac had been so obsessed with the Scarlet Rope. You could lose yourself in a club like that.

You could also discover lots of new things about yourself. Although I’d always been the alpha in my relationships, I’d never done anything BDSM-related beyond a blindfold here and there.

After I arrived home, my phone buzzed. When I saw it was from Grace, I froze. I had the stupidest thought that she knew that I’d been thinking about her as I’d flogged Shayla.

I shook myself. And when I read the text, I felt like I’d entered an alternate universe.

I’ve been thinking about you,it read.

Christ, if she only knew what I’d been thinking about her tonight. She’d turn around and run in the opposite direction.

I almost replied to her. I almost told her that I couldn’t get her out of my fucking mind. I almost told her that I whipped a woman tonight just because she looked like Grace.

But I couldn’t text Grace any of that. So I didn’t reply at all, and I hoped this fever I had for this woman would go away.

GRACE

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