Page 35 of Salacious Devotion

She chuckles. “So, I could call you.”

“Yes. You still have my number memorized, right?” I made her repeat the ten digits over and over before I sent her home two weeks ago.

“I can recite it in my sleep, Dane,” she sasses.

“Please don’t. That wouldn’t be safe,” I tease.

She looks around and takes in the rest of the room. “Multipurpose room. But how useful is it as a safe room if you bring your subs in here?”

I chuckle. “Sub, baby. Just the one. I told you you’re the only woman I’ve ever brought to my penthouse. That’s why I have the apartment at Edge. If I want to play, I do it there.”

“Why did you fill this room with so much equipment if you weren’t going to use it?”

I shrug. “I intended to use it. I thought I would eventually move on. I assumed one day I would meet someone. I just never managed to open myself up to anyone.”

She turns and wraps her arms around me. “I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“Baby, there’s nothing to forgive. You’re here now. You’re never leaving.”

“Make the pain go away,” she mutters.

I lean her back and meet her gaze. I need to be sure she meant everything she requested in negotiation. “You really want a gag, a plug, a paddle, and restraints?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My cock twitches when she slides into submission.

“Take everything off, Paige. Fold your clothes and pile them by the door.”

She scrambles toward the entrance and quickly obeys. She must be desperate for the release only submission can give her.

I grab various items from the drawers and set them on the dresser. The room isn’t huge. It’s got a spanking bench in the middle and a thick mat underneath where she can easily kneel without becoming uncomfortable. There are floggers, whips, and paddles on hooks on one wall.

The opposite wall has a pegboard that works a bit like a St. Andrew’s cross without taking up as much space. The back wall has a pullout couch. On the off chance someone would find themselves stuck in here for a long time, they could comfortably sleep. I even have a bucket and a bag of kitty litter in the bottom drawer.

When I turn around, I find Paige gloriously naked and standing with her head bowed, her feet spread, and her hands clasped behind her back. She has remembered how I like her to wait for me.

I remove everything I’m wearing except my jeans before I approach and circle her. “Gorgeous.” I don’t touch her because I know it’s what she’s hoping for. I prefer to enjoy watching the way her nipples pucker in anticipation. It’s time to give my girl what she needs.

Chapter 12

Paige

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I’m so keyed up it’s hard to stand still. I always loved this part of our time together, the moments before we began the scene in earnest. My heart races when Dane circles me like this, staring at every inch of me. It makes me feel so exposed and vulnerable.

We used to scene like this at the club we belonged to. I wasn’t hung up on nudity or letting people watch. I actually got a bit of a high from the exhibitionism.

I’m not sure I’m that woman any longer. When I arrived at Edge two weeks ago, I felt like a fish out of water. I wasn’t sure I could go through with letting anyone touch me. I had no desire to expose myself. Maybe it was because I was out of practice; maybe it was because whoever I scened with wasn’t going to be Dane.

It doesn’t matter. Now, I’m all Dane’s. I will submit to him in whatever way he requires because I know he will give me the pain I crave, followed by the pleasure I will beg him for.

“Shoulders back, Paige,” he orders. “You know I like it when you thrust your tits forward.”

My breath hitches as he becomes the Dom I remember. The Dom I need—the one who makes demands and uses filthy words. I enjoy the slight humiliation, using words that would be degrading in a vanilla relationship.

He leans close to my ear and whispers the other word he only uses when we’re in a scene. “Is your cunt wet, Paige?”

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