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I swallow dryly.

"We're going to a kink club," I add for consideration. "I mean… wouldn't it be weird if we didn't—"

"No." His voice is surprisingly loud and commanding. "Listen to me. Nothing needs to happen. I mean it. It would be an insult to me if you agreed to anything tonight that you're not comfortable with. Understood?"

I nod silently.

"Lila," he urges. "Do you understand?"

I bite my lower lip, torn between the urge to respond and the way his intimidating tone prevents me from speaking. When I finally gather the words, they’re barely more than a whisper. “Yes, I understand.”

He nods, looking satisfied if not happy with my reply.

“You won’t regret this, little girl,” he says, squeezing my hand. “I promise.”

The palpitations of my heart agree with him, though my mind is still clouded with aching doubt.

Chapter 11

Kade

Her eyes grew wide as soon as we entered The Velvet Rooms, and they almost popped out of her head when I asked her to remove her coat. Her hesitation when she started to unbutton that single layer of protection is a telltale sign of her irresistible innocence. There might be a naughty nymph hiding behind that carefully built-up facade, but it’ll take time to free that side of her.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I will ruin her.

Not tonight, not tomorrow, not in a week. But I will wreck the person she is now and uncover something that might scare her as much as it enriches her.

It doesn’t surprise me that she is good at following commands. Girls like her always are. It is in her nature to please, to do what is asked of her. I know that she was a good student, an obedient daughter and a reliable worker. She doesn’t have to tell me. That’s just who she is – and it’s that persona she is trying to break free from. I know her kind. I have seen it all before, but never in such a raw form, so untouched, so new to all of this.

I fucking love it.

Her little black dress is a classic that hugs her slender frame perfectly while showing off her legs just enough to see stockings underneath. Just like I told her to.

I wonder if she obeyed my other demand as well.

She’s hugging herself as if cold when we step inside the main area of The Velvet Rooms. A silent gasp escapes her O-shaped lips when she takes in the main receiving room and the open bar area, topped with lounges at the other side. Extravagant velvet-tufted button furniture rests on platforms lining the walls, allowing a little more privacy while overseeing the main room. They complement the overall atmosphere given off by the modernized Victorian décor of the interior and the castle-like appearance of the building.

I’ve been here before, but it’s been a while since my last visit.

Paying for pleasure gets old sooner than later. Even the sublime girls at this establishment were no different in that regard.

Lila is the first date I’m bringing here, and she’s a perfect choice. I can’t get enough of her virtuous gaze as she wanders the room next to me, still with her arms wrapped around herself for security. Her tits are anything but big, but they’re squeezed together by her tense self-hug, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra.

What a good girl.

I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer as I lead the way to a secluded lounge area at the back of the room. She appears to be grateful to be closer to me, guarded and protected from the intimidating environment. We retreat to an upholstered love seat, and as soon as we sit, a waitress emerges to take our orders.

"Bourbon, neat," I tell her, casting a questioning look in Lila's direction.

Her wide eyes dart back and forth between me and the girl in the black skirt.

"I, er… white wine?" Lila stammers, looking at me as if she's asking for approval. "Dry white wine?"

"How about a 2012 Faiveley Corton Charlemagne Grand Cru?" the waitress offers. "Dry on the palate, but with a very pleasant finish."

I can tell by the look on Lila's face that she has no idea what the girl’s talking about, but she’s good at playing it cool.

"Sure, that sounds all right," she responds, fake confidence lacing her voice as she gives the waitress a polite smile.

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