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While I know his rough, brutal hands are teaching me to be better for him, I’d do anything forthisIsaac. The Isaac who adores me. When I please him, he can be so soft and loving. Hovering at the edge of my release, I pant, “Perfect. I’ll be perfect for you.”

“Promise?” he asks tenderly as I unfurl. Held in the strong arm of his embrace, my toes curl against the cool, hardwood floor as bliss shoots through me.

“Yes.” My answer sounds like a plea for him to continue. A smirk pulls at his lips, loving the power he holds over me. “I’ll do everything you demand of me.”

Plunging his fingers deep, he curls them vigorously and quickly works me right to back the brink. “Then you can start right now,” he demands, stilling his fingers and pulling them from me. “Remove those fucking clothes.”

I hastily pull the hoodie over my head and toss it onto the floor as Isaac disappears down the hall. Pushing the bagging sweatpants down, I kick them from my feet. I’m standing naked and needy in the living room when Isaac returns, concealing something behind his back. Stepping back toward me, he places his hand on my shoulder. He gives a gentle squeeze and commands, “Get on your fucking knees.”

Glancing at the hardwood floor, I swallow hard and drop to my knees—my most hated position—for him. He stands over me and tenderly rubs his fingers along my jaw. “I want to make sure you feel good before we leave,” Isaac devilishly smirks as he pulls the toys from behind his back, revealing a large dildo and a wand. Kneeling behind me, he spits a generous amount of saliva on the dildo’s head. He presses the entirety of it into my pussy, and I wince at the sudden stretch. After teasingly pulling it from me, he affixes the suction cup to the floor before cycling through the speeds on the wand. Settling on the second-highest one, he spreads the lips of my pussy and presses it firmly against my clit.

“I demand ten,” he gravelly whispers his command in my ear, rubbing the wand vigorously over my clit as his free hand wraps around my throat and pulls me into him. “My perfect girl will ride that fat rubber cock and take them all without a fucking sound.”

Every muscle in my body trembles, and my knees grind so painfully into the hardwood floor I swear there are grains of rice beneath them. Yet, I struggle silently through the first seven orgasms, each coming faster and more painfully than the last. Writhing over the toy inside me—fighting against the agonizingly painful need of my next impending release—and gasping for air, a fleeting moan passes over my lips as the eighth release hits hard. It shoots through me like bolts of electricity. Isaac lets out a displeased groan behind me, and his thumb slides along the wand, the vibrations immediately increasing to an ungodly, painful speed. Cries of excruciating pleasure fill the room as he forces a quick ninth and tenth orgasm from me.

He turns off the wand, and I breathe a sigh of relief when it stops vibrating against my throbbing clit. After rising from behind me, Isaac steps before me and stares down at me, his face laced with disappointment as he tenderly swipes his thumb through a tear running down my cheek. Gripping my chin, he demands my stare. “I expect better tonight.”

I nod silently for a second, struggling to catch my breath and find my voice. “Yes, Sir.”

CHAPTER TEN

LIAM

“We’ve added how many new members?” I ask again in disbelief, hoping I misheard. While I don’t know every one of our members by name, I am acutely aware that there are more than a handful of new faces striding through the doors tonight. Twenty-one by my count so far.Excluding the initial opening night, which was on a small scale, we’ve never added more than a dozen new members at a time.

“Sixty-one,” Conor repeats the lofty number.

Tristan pours a Jameson from behind the bar and slides it to me. “Relax, Li,” he urges. “Everyone was vetted, and we’ve run background checks on everyone. Not so much as a criminal complaint against any of them.”

“And every new Dom came with personal recommendations of three other current members,” Declan adds. “Should be smooth sailing.”

Pouring a drink for Declan and then another for himself, Tristan shares, “Trust me, none of us want any of the type of issues that come with questionable members.”

While I know this club is a large part of all our livelihoods, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that adding this many new people on the same night is ludicrous. That many personalities in one room is too much of an unknown. There are only five of us. Even with our well-trained staff, it’s far too many people for us to try to keep an eye on.

“No play tonight,” I demand, immediately being met with grumblings from Finn and Conor.

“You’re serious?” Finn huffs at his now-soiled plans for the evening.

“Very!” I twirl the glass in my hand against the white marble of the bar. “And watch your whiskey.”

“Ialwayswatch my whiskey,” Conor quips, tapping the bar for a refill.

Tristan holds the bottle of Jameson in his hand but hesitates to refill Conor’s glass. Stowing the bottle behind the bar, Tristan laments, “Liam is right.”

“Fuck!” Finn exclaims. “I expect it from the celibate bastard, but you, too?”

“Still not fucking celibate, Finn.” I spin on my chair and stare at the sea of new faces before continuing, “The five of us need to keep watch tonight. We need to make sure that anyone indulging in play is doing so within the parameters of Risk-Aware Consensual Kink.”

Something going wrong could ruin this for all of us.

Catlin approaches the five of us, and Finn pulls her into his lap. He places a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder. Nuzzling his chin into the crook of her neck as she gets comfortable, he sighs.“I’m not disagreeing with you, but next time, could you maybe say something a little earlier? Had I known this was going to be how the night went, I would’ve fucked this pretty wife of mine before we got here.”

“Finn!” Cat squeals, her cheeks immediately turning a heated shade of blush.

Declan teases, “Sweetheart, while we can’t see you when you’re in the room at the end of the hall, from the sounds coming out of it, we all know the two of you aren’t in there playing Monopoly.”

Her discomfort only grows, and she drops her head to hide her face.

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