Page 51 of Sweet Pea

“Okay.” I swallowed. “Are you going to tell me you fuck hard and then lead me to your red room of pain?”

“It’s not red.”

I took a deep breath. “You have a sex dungeon?”

Sweet Pea chuckled. “Not a dungeon. I think it would be easier to show you.” He cupped my cheek. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

And I wasn’t. Yes, he was a giant. Yes, he could kill a man with his bare hands, but he’d been nothing but gentle with me, and I trusted him. Maybe a little more than I should, but I often went with my gut and when I did, it never led me astray.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs, pushing open a door right at the top, and flipping on the light. He was right, the room wasn’t red. It was white. Well, other than one wall which was a dark blue. It was actually quite pretty. A king-sized bed sat under the window and he had built-in cabinets surrounding the room, all white.

It looked incredibly...benign.

Well, it did until he started pushing buttons on the side of the built-ins and drawers popped open with all manner of sex toys, handcuffs, whips, etcetera, etcetera.

“Okay, so how fucked up are you?” I asked.

“Less than fifty shades, probably more than thirty,” he retorted.

I faced him. “Are you, like, needing multiple partners? Swinging, that kind of thing?”

“No. When I’m in a partnership, it’s just with that person for as long as we both decide.”

“Are you the submissive?” He raised an eyebrow and I chuckled. “I just thought I’d put it out there.”

“I like the control, but I’m not about subjecting pain.”

“Why?”

“Not ready to go there with you, Callie.”

“But there’s a reason.”

“Isn’t there always?”

I sighed. “I guess so. Am I going to have to sign a contract?”

“No. We don’t even need to have a safe word... I mean, unless you want one. You just say stop and we stop.”

“How far do you go with this? And how many before me?”

“I go as far as you feel comfortable. And there have been a few. But you’re the first who’s known anything about my club.”

“So, none of your other...partners... have seen your room at the Sanctuary?”

“None of my other partners know I’m a Saint, Callie. They don’t even know my name.”

“How is that possible? They can enter your address into Google and find your property records.”

“My brother and I have several companies. I bought it under one of those. It’s hidden and it’s hidden for a reason,” he said.

“Well, then what do they call you?”

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