Page 68 of The Breaking Point

“I might be a virgin, but I’m not a nun. I know things.” Grace sniffed.

I had to restrain a laugh. As far as I was concerned, Gracewasa nun. Or, at least, that was how I needed to think of her.

“I also realized that I felt better after being dominant like that,” I admitted. “I have a lot of anger. It’s probably why I like hockey.”

“Ah,” Grace replied.

Did that scare her? That I was angry? That I needed to take that anger out on someone else, however willing that other party was?

“You haven’t had a lot of control in your life. It makes sense that this is a way to take that back,” Grace said.

“I really didn’t intend for this to become a therapy session.”

“Nothing wrong with a little therapy. Besides, you’ve had a lot going on lately, especially with your mom. Do you think that’s why you needed to try this place out?”

“I guess so.”

I wasn’t about to admit it was more because I couldn’t touch Grace, so Shayla had been a convenient stand-in.

“Tell me what you guys did,” Grace said.

“What? Me and Shayla?”

“Yeah.”

I hesitated, but if Grace wanted the truth, then who was I to stop her? Like she’d insisted, she wasn’t a child. And she wasn’t stupid, either.

“I started with a flogger,” I began. “It’s a whip with a leather strap on the end of it. It doesn’t look like much, but it can inflict different levels of pain, depending on where you use it.”

Grace inhaled and gestured for me to continue.

“Shayla showed me where she liked to be hit. Her ass, but most especially the skin between her thighs and ass. She’d moan every time I’d whip her there. She also liked it across her entire back. At first, I didn’t hit her very hard. I was afraid of hurting her.” I chuckled.

I could tell that Grace was breathing hard. Was she scared? Or worse, turned on?

I felt my own body react to my story. Hell, I was half hard anytime I was near Grace. She had a constant effect on me.

“Watching her skin bloom red,” I continued, “was nothing like I’d ever experienced. She writhed and made these little moans every time I hit her harder. She was even begging me to fuck her, but I didn’t. This wasn’t about sex. Not really.”

Grace licked her lips. “It wasn’t?”

“It was hot as fuck, but no, I didn’t want to fuck her. I just wanted to experiment with BDSM. And I discovered that I liked it more than I thought I would.”

We stared at each other for a long moment. Grace had leaned so close to me that I could close the distance and kiss her. It didn’t help that she was breathing hard, her breasts pushing against the tight leather of her dress.

“I’ll stop coming here on one condition,” she said quickly.

“What’s that?”

“That you show me exactly how you whipped Shayla.”

“Fuck no,” I snarled.

Grace just shook her head. “That’s my deal. Take it or leave it.”

I wanted to shake her. I wanted to take her to the back and show her why she shouldn’t poke the bear. Most of all, I wanted to hear her scream my name as she came.

I was almost vibrating with desire—and anger.

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