Page 87 of Entice

“I have a family,” she said. “My family is you, Sierra, Max, Damon, Tessa, and the others. We’ve made our own family. I’m not giving you up.”

“I love you so much, you couldn’t if you tried.”

Crystal laughed; Jordan dragged her into his arms, and they kissed.

“This is where you belong, in my arms and in my bed.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Now, shall we discuss the spanking you deserve?”

* * * *

Jordan led Crystal over to a straight back chair. He sat down and then patted his legs. “Over you go.”

“You were serious, Sir?”

He stared at her. “I was. You need to remember you can come to me with any problem, any issue, but especially ones that affect both of us, and we will work them out together. Now over.”

Crystal sighed, and positioned herself over Jordan’s legs, her feet and hands touching the floor.

Jordan ran his hand over her butt, and she shivered as he lifted her see-through skirt to reveal her thong. “For not talking to me.” He brought his hand down on her ass.

A small sound left her lips, not because it hurt—yeah, there was a sting—but she knew Jordan was taking it easy on her. He would pause after four swats and rub her ass. Then start again. Her blood heated, and after a few minutes, she craved something more intense.

“More, Sir,” she whispered as he helped her to her feet.

“What?”

“Please, Sir. I need something more. My body is on fire.”

“Crystal, are you sure?” His eyes conveyed concern with a hint of reluctance.

“Show me more of your world. Please, Sir.”

“Would you accept the touch of my flogger?”

“Oh yes, Sir.” Her skin tingled with excitement.

Jordan nodded and led her over to St. Andrew’s Cross station. Luckily, it was empty.

“Safe words?” he asked.

“Yellow and red, Sir.”

He nodded. “Remove your skirt.”

Taking a deep breath, Crystal slipped the skirt down and stepped out of it. She picked it up, folded it, and handed it to Jordan.

“Thank you, my sweet.” He brushed a kiss over her lips before he placed her skirt on the table. Jordan guided her up to the cross. “I’m going to restrain your arms.” He brought her arms up over her head.

The feel of his soft cuffs being clipped around her wrists caused a flood of heat to flow through her body. She turned her head, and her eyes widened: everyone in the club had gathered around.

Max held Sierra, who looked like she wanted to rush the stage. Brady leaned against Sage, who stroked his hair all the while smiling at Crystal.

“Okay, my sweet?” Jordan ran his hand over her back.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

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