Page 23 of The Heart

We’ve been slowly introducing her to some of what we used to do at The Club, but she’s always eager to learn more.

And teaching her has been so much fucking fun.

I smile, watching as she stands there like a good little submissive instead of trying to run away from us again.

I think Sebastian made it pretty clear earlier thatrunningmakes things worse.

As I step back from him, I’m aware of how I must look. My dress shirt is pulled halfway out of my suit pants, my hair is probably all mussed from how his fingers were running through it and I’m sure my lips are swollen from where the man was just biting me. Butput togetheris not what I want to be at this moment. In fact, I want to be completely falling apart with this woman. With Sebastian.

His warm hands leave me and he stalks toward her. I follow close behind.

“Is our rebel ready to face the consequences of her little stunt earlier tonight?” Sebastian growls.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes.What?”He tips her chin up so her eyes meet his.

“Yes,sir,”she says.

“That’s fucking right. Now tell Lu,” he says, turning her gaze toward me.

“Yes, sir,” she says and her words do nothing to quell the throbbing in my pants.

As much as I love that dress, love Sebastian in that suit, I really need both of them naked. Fuck sleep, we don’t need it. In fact, I hope Sebastian chooses a punishment that lets me take my time with her.

“That’s right. You call us bothsirwhen you’re in trouble. Got it?” he says.

I tug at my pants again.

“Yes, sir,” she says and the sparkle in her dark eyes ignites from his words.

“That’s our good girl. Lu?” he says, tipping his head toward me. “Get the go-bag.”

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“Leena, do you understand what’s happening right now?” I say, staring at the woman we’ve placed strategically in the door frame between the bedroom and living room of our hotel suite.

Right underneath the barn door railing.

“Yes, sir,” she says, but it’s barely a whisper.

“I can’t fucking hear you, sweetheart,” Sebastian growls out from behind her, making her jump.

“Yes, sir,” she says a little louder.

“What are you being punished for right now?” I ask, stepping closer as she takes in a breath.

“For wearing this dress.” Her pretty eyes look up to meet mine.

“Wrong,” Sebastian whispers in her ear, then quickly grabs her wrists, his one-handed grip securing them at her chest as the other finds its way around her neck. He pulls her backward, pinning her body against his.

His large hand presses her jaw upward, until she is forced to meet my eyes. I take a step forward, leaning in until I can feel her breath on my lips when I speak.

“We’re not punishing you for wearing the dress. I fucking love you in this dress,” I say, whispering the last few words against her lips as my fingers find the exposed skin between her breasts just below where Sebastian has her hands pinned. I slowly trail them further down until I’m nearly at her navel, which is barely hidden by the fabric. “We’re punishing you, because you decided that it was perfectly acceptable to wear this dress in front of peoplewho aren’t us,”I tell her, leaning in and biting at her lower lip, tugging at it as I pull away. She lets out a little gasp.

“Do you want to know what goes through people’s minds when you wear something like that? What went throughourminds?” Sebastian growls into her hair.

“What?” she whispers before he continues.

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