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To her absolute dismay, he pulled his fingers from her and a moment later the top of the stocks lifted and she was being helped to her feet. Forced to look him in the eyes as he gripped her chin with the fingers he’d just had inside her, forced to smell her own arousal as he smirked down at her.

“I told you upstairs, I don’t reward naughty girls with orgasms, Ruby Red. And I was even willing to overlook how much of a brat you were during your punishment because I know submitting to someone new can be hard. But since you are still choosing to be a brat even when I am offering you pleasure,you can spend the rest of the evening with your pussy wet and needy as a reminder to behave yourself the next time we play.”

Hearing him say he wanted a next time with her was a thrill she hadn’t expected. Even if it meant she’d failed spectacularly at proving she could chase him off by being a big enough brat.

Still, she wasn’t quite done putting on a show. Despite the pounding of her heart, the ache in her ass, and the heat between her thighs, she managed to smirk right back at him. “You’re not the only one with a play bag, you know. I have plenty of ways to take care of myself with or without you.Sir.”

“You could.” Leaning in, he brushed his lips over hers, just the barest hint of a caress. “But you won’t.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because it would please me very, very much if you didn’t. And at your core, you want to be a good girl. The brat is just for show. Isn’t that right, Ruby Red?”

Jesus. When was the last time someone had everseenher this way? “You don’t know me.”

“I know you better than you think. Be a good girl for me, Ruby, and I’ll make it worth your while. Do you work tomorrow?”

Her head spun a little with the sudden change in topic. “Yes. Eight to close.”

“Good. I’ll be here.” His gaze shifted to something behind her, and she could swear she saw disappointment flicker in his eyes. “Ivy’s here to take care of you, sweetheart. But she has my phone number. Call me if you need anything, even after you leave the club. Understood?”

She would never. But arguing with him wasn’t going to get her anywhere. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Glancing down, he grimaced. “We’re going to have to get the clamps off you, sweetheart. It’s going to hurt.”

Fuck. She’d forgotten about the stupid clamps. And now she wasreallyregretting not earning an orgasm. While it wouldn’t necessarily hurt less to take them off while she was getting finger-fucked to oblivion, the pain would have at least served to heighten her pleasure.

Now, there was just going to be pain. “I know. I’m okay.”

“Hands behind your head. I’m going to take them both off at once and then you can go have your snuggles and some chocolate with Ivy.”

Dragging in a deep breath, she laced her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, bracing for the pain to come. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Good girl. On the count of three. One. Two.Three.”

A million stabbing needles stung her breasts just as his lips closed over hers, swallowing her scream. It was comfort, almost as much as if she’d been allowed to come, and she drank it greedily as he kissed her.

And then, without warning, the kiss changed. She was in his arms, her sore nipples pressed up against his chest, clinging to him like a life raft as he ravaged her. The world around them faded away, and all she knew was want and need and him.

Lifting his head, he stared down at her, and she saw her own need reflected in his eyes. Along with a confusion that might have made her laugh if he hadn’t just scrambled her wits.

For several long moments, they simply stared at each other, their ragged breaths mingling as they each watched, waiting for the other to speak.

He broke first. “Ivy’s waiting for you.”

Disappointment was like a knife, slicing straight through her heart. She hadn’t even known she was hoping he’d changed his mind until right then. “Right. Um. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

“Tomorrow.” Lifting a hand to her face, he brushed the tips of his fingers across her cheek. “Be good, Ruby.”

He passed her off to Ivy, who wrapped a soft blanket around Ruby’s shoulders before guiding her toward one of the aftercare rooms. And it wasn’t until Ruby lifted a hand to her own cheek, her fingers brushing over the spot he’d just touched that she realized she was crying.

CHAPTER 9

BECKETT

Rules weren’t made to be broken.

They served a purpose. They provided guidance, structure, even protection. Breaking them was entirely counterproductive.

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