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A St. Andrews Cross. A kneeling bench. A spanking bench. And more impact toys than they probably have in the whole club.

The room and the items he has amply stocked it with have been used quite sparingly. For as rough as Liam likes to play, he has been very patient in taking his time with me. I might not be astranger to being bound to a spanking bench, but after my last experience, he wants to be beyond certain that I am mentally prepared before asking that of me.

I place my book on the coffee table and bring my phone with me down the hall. Entering the playroom, I walk past the St. Andrews cross by the door and toward the large, upholstered charcoal daybed. I sit on it beside the large white box he left and run my fingers over the D-ring beside my knee and momentarily reminisce about the other night.

My legs cuffed to opposite sides of this oversized couch, and Liam teasing me for hours with the sting of a riding crop and velvety softness of his expertly skilled tongue.

The phone rings in my hand, quickly pulling me back from my daydream. I swipe my thumb over the screen to answer the call, and Liam instructs, “I want you ready and waiting for me when I get there.”

As much as I know how he hates it when I brat, sometimes I can’t help myself. “I don’t know whether to be pleased or upset that going to the club makes you want to come home and play with me.”

“Are you testing me,mo mhuirnín?” Liam snips. “Because I will damn sure test you in return.”

“No, Sir,” I quickly respond, knowing his threat isn’t an idle one, and my ass will reap what I sow.

“Good, because I spent my night in the lounge,” he shares. “I spent every miserable fucking minute staring into my glass of Jameson as I counted the seconds until I could come home to you. Grueling hours staving off my cock’s excitement about thecontents of that box and themanyways I’m going to fucking ruin you tonight.”

My pussy flutters with as goosebumps prickle down my spine. Uncertain if I’m prepared for what this box contains, I hesitantly pull at the satin ribbon wrapped around it.

“You have ten minutes,” Liam explains before disconnecting our call. I lift the lid and quickly examine the contents: lube, a moderately sized anal plug, a small key fob, black stockings, and a large leather paddle. Grabbing the lube, plug, and stockings, I head into the bathroom to ready myself for him.

Putting the icy cold plug in my mouth to warm it, I strip from my clothes and pull on the hosiery. I pull the plug from my mouth and wrap my hand around it—pleased it no longer feels frozen—as I pop open the lid on the lube. Slathering lube over the plug, I can’t help but think that this will in no way prepare me to take his cock.I actually don’t know if I could accommodate him, even with extensive prep.

I press the slick metal between my cheeks and rub the tapered head of the plug against my hole. Reaching between my legs, I lightly rub my clit. Liam owns my orgasms—and I wouldn’t dare bring myself over the edge—but I need a little help to relax enough to ease the plug into my ass. As I teasingly work it inside of me, a groan rattles from me when it slips past my tight ring and it settles into place.

Liam’s keys rattle in the door as I’m washing my hands. Turning off the water, I quickly dry them and toss the towel onto the vanity. Racing back into the playroom, I take a seat on the daybed seconds before Liam enters the room.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, his eyes roaming between mine and my bare breasts. “You look fucking stunning. Let me see all of you.”

Leaning back, I brace myself on my elbows. I spread my legs wide, granting him the view he wants of both my pussy and the plug buried in my backside. He slides his hand along my inner thigh and to the jewel nestled between my cheeks. Giving it a solid tap with his fingers, I moan as it momentarily pushes further into me. “Does that feel good?” He taps it again.

“Yes, Sir,” I groan as he repeatedly jostles the base of the plug.

“I want you to focus on that pleasure,” he commands, rolling me onto my stomach and pulling my ass into the air. Circling the couch, Liam’s eyes roam hungrily over every inch of my skin as he strips to his black boxer briefs. Nearly naked, he steps between my feet and rubs both his hands over the bare cheeks of my ass.

“I’m not going easy on you tonight.” He roughly palms my ass. “I’m going to paddle that sweet arse of yours until tears stream down your cheeks, your thighs are covered in need, and that tight little hole is clenched tightly around the plug.”

Liam lifts the tiny key fob from beside me and holds down the button in the center. My thighs tighten, and I jolt when the first wave of vibrations tingle through my ass.

“Fuck…” I mutter.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SASHA

Liam rubs the smooth leather of the paddle over my ass cheeks as I adjust to the rhythmic pulsing of the plug buried between them. He snaps the paddle against my ass, peppering light swats across my backside. My skin warms at the repeated light taps, and I wistfully moan, yearning for more.

As though he can read my mind, Liam increases the intensity of the leather hitting my ass. The paddle hits my cheek with a slightly heavier thud, and a moan rattles in my chest. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he massages the nape of my neck and shoulders between swings. My senses heighten, and I am quickly overwhelmed with the pleasure and pain he’s providing.

Teetering on the brink of my release, Liam tightens his hold of my hair, and the sweet pain radiates around my scalp. He lowers his face to mine, demanding my attention. “You do not have my permission to come,” he sternly warns me. “You will not come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathlessly mutter. Clawing at the cushion beneath me, I fight desperately to quell the orgasm building at my core.

“Tell me you won’t come,” Liam commands, swinging the paddle.

It lands at the base of both my cheeks with a hard thud. A hot burn flashes across my skin, and I involuntarily clench my cheeks, tightening my already sensitive nerves around the vibrations I’m trying so desperately to ignore. “I won’t come,” I blurt so fast it sounds like a single word.

Liam drags his hand along the wetness of my entrance and darkly taunts, “Your pussy disagrees. You’re fucking soaked.”

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