Page 69 of The Breaking Point

“You don’t get to force my hand like this,” I growled.

“I thought you wanted to make a deal. This is it.”

She’d backed me into a corner, damn her. Well, then I should call her bluff. We’d see how long she lasted before using her safe word.

“Pick a safe word,” I said.

Grace perked up. “You’re going to do it? Really?”

“Against my better judgment? Yeah. But we’ll see how long you can take it.”

For the first time, Grace looked a little frightened. Good. Maybe she’d realize she shouldn’t fuck around with guys like me.

But she didn’t back down, God bless her. She just thought a long moment before saying, “Galoshes.”

“That’s your safe word? Really?”

“I mean, isn’t it supposed to be random?” Now she seemed unsure.

I shook my head, chuckling. “Sure,galoshesit is.” I got up and took her by the hand. “You can say no still. You don’t have to do this.”

She just raised her chin and said, “Let’s go.”

This was insane. What the fuck was I doing?

But I had no choice. If this was how I was going to get Grace to stop coming to the club, I had to do this.

Like you aren’t desperate to do this to her.

I got us a private room and shut the door, locking it behind me.

“Only to keep other people out,” I said.

Grace looked nervous, but she didn’t seem afraid either. “I know. I trust you.”

You shouldn’t,I wanted to say. I wanted to shout at her to get far, far away from me.

But apparently, I was a weak man because I didn’t have the strength to send her away.

Grace accoutrements began looking around the room. There was a bed covered in silk sheets. Along the wall were all kinds of: whips, chains, floggers, paddles, handcuffs, ropes. On the opposite wall was a Saint Andrew’s cross, and dangling from the ceiling were ropes to hang people by their wrists.

There was also an impressive collection of dildos and vibrators. Grace picked one up, a giant blue cock.

“This looks like a Smurf penis,” she remarked.

I laughed. “What Smurfs were you watching?”

She picked up one that was a more human color. She held it up near my crotch. “How does it compare to the real thing?”

I groaned. I took the silicone cock from her and set it back down.

“I wonder how they keep all these things clean,” Grace was musing. “They’d have to sterilize everything. I wonder who’s in charge of that—”

I pressed a hand to her mouth. “Good lord, woman. You’re killing me.”

She licked my palm, and it made my eyes nearly roll back inside my head.

“Go there,” I commanded, pointing at a spot near a settee and chairs. “And don’t move unless I tell you to.”

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