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She couldn’t believe it.

He was leaving her.

Right now.

Walking out the door.

Stop him, you fool!

Chapter Six

“Please, Daddy. Stay!” Emily shouted, trying to stop him.

Cutter let go of the door handle and walked back to her.

“Why?”

“Give me a chance. I…”

“Did someone break your heart, little one?” He grasped her wrist.

Her eyes brimming with tears, Emily dropped her head, shying away from his piercing gaze. A gaze that seemed to know her deepest secrets and darkest fears. But he wouldn’t allow her to hide. He lifted her chin. “Answer your Daddy’s question.”

“Yes. Someone did. I put all my faith in his promises.” She shook her head. “He made fun of me in front of others, called me names, and I wanted to die. I’ll never go to a kink club again. Never!”

“Come here.” Gently, he brought her into the shelter of his arms. Tucked against his warm and solid chest, she felt protected, cherished…almost… No, she wouldn’t go there yet. It was too soon for such a deep emotion. One thing she did know for sure because she’d witnessed it: Cutter wasn’t the hurtingkind. Not knowingly. His past actions revealed the man’s noble heart. He would probably leave her before that happened.

“I don’t want to know the details of what he did to you or know his name. If I do, I’ll have to drag the guy out of whatever hole he’s hiding in and teach him a lesson,” he muttered. “It’s sad because the experience wounded you. I’m not making excuses, kitten. Humiliation play, same as every other power exchange in the BDSM life, has to be consensual. Otherwise, it’s abuse. In every club where I’ve played, dungeon monitors are hired to recognize bad scenes and stop them in their tracks.”

She glanced up. “You’ve been to kink clubs?”

“I’m a dominant. It’s my environment.” He shrugged. “Unless you ask to go, I’ll never take you by force to a club. Clubs are fun, but I don’t need them in my life.”

Emily recalled the equipment and gizmos Dennis had used on her. The last humiliating scene rolled through her mind, and her stomach turned. Ignoring her objections, he’d encouraged his friends to examine and probe her exposed parts, then made rude comments. Shivering, she forced herself to ask, “Won’t you miss all the club’s gadgets?”

“Not a one.” He chuckled. “A club’s gadgets, as you called them, aren’t necessary to please you. I can do that anytime, anywhere. Plus, I have my own collection of toys, and what I don’t have, I can get.”

“Hmmm, please me anytime?” She gave him a doubtful look. “That’s a big claim.”

Emily realized her mistake when he stiffened. She wiggled, trying to escape. His arms were steel bands around her.

“Spread your legs. Shoulder width. Eyes on me. Hold on to my shirt. Now.”

“I—I could fall.”

“Would I be so careless?”

Sighing, she moved her legs apart, then fisted his shirt. It wasn’t an easy position, but she soon forgot all the discomfort. Cutter kept one arm tight around her waist. He dropped the other to her thigh.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered. “I want to see your reactions to pleasure.” Curling the romper’s hem out of his way, he skimmed his fingers around to her pussy folds.

She gasped, but he kept moving forward to her center, then slid back and forth along her damp folds. Gently, he teased the edge of her sheath with a fingertip. When a moment later, he slowly inserted two fingers, the stimulus sent her brain into a whirl.

Ah…possession.

Not just any possession.

This was Cutter, and his fingers were magical. The clumsiness and hesitation of a first encounter didn’t exist in his touch. His authority over her and his invasion, the way he stretched and penetrated her, both gentle and firm, to the end of her intimate depths, was a sublime sensation.

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