Page 40 of Pray for the Damned

She came so fucking hard in the middle of the club, the threat of being caught adding to her pleasure in a way I’m certain shewasn’t prepared for. But I think I’ll have to work her up to a fully public display.

I check my watch and blow out a breath. Only thirty minutes until she finishes. Only thirty minutes until I get her all to myself, until I can finally get my fill of the woman who has haunted my every dream for a decade. Who I’ve waited for all this time.

I wasn’t a virgin the night I met her for the first time, but I haven’t touched a woman since. It’s been ten long years waiting for this moment, waiting for the time I could finally have her all to myself. And I’m going to savor every fucking second.

Waverly’s eyes flick up to meet mine as she slips behind the bar and takes her handbag and the gift box from where she was hiding them. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to run. I wouldn’t blame her if she did, but she has to know I’ll chase her to the end of the earth if I have to.

She says something to Abigail, who beams at her before giving her a quick hug and going back to making a cocktail for a guy at the bar, leaving Waverly no option but to head my way.

She only hesitates for another few seconds before she crosses the bar area and slips into the booth opposite me.

“You didn’t have to sit here my whole shift,” she says softly.

“I like watching you.” I shrug, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smirking. If only she understood just how much I like watching her in everything she does. But I’ll let her think it’s just my voyeuristic tendencies that are at play.

The prettiest blush works its way across her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away even though she’s desperate to do just that.

“I’m not very exciting to watch,” she murmurs.

“That’s one.”

“One what?”

“Punishment.”

Her eyes widen, and her lips part as if she’s about to argue, but she seems to choose against it. Probably a good decision on her part. Instead, she drags that poor lip back to the prison between her teeth as she fiddles with the strap of her bag.

“Nothing happens tonight that you’re not comfortable with, Waverly.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Look at me,” I say firmly, and her gaze immediately meets mine. It’s good to know she can follow orders without hesitation, one less thing I’ll have to teach her. “I mean it. You say the word, and this all stops.”

“Like a safe word?”

I nod. “Exactly. We can either use the traffic light system, or you can choose your own safe word. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

She swallows heavily, and I fight against the smirk that tries to tip up my lips. “I think maybe the traffic lights will be easier for me to remember in the moment.”

“Very well. What about limits?”

“I…I’m not really sure.”

A blush spreads down her throat, and I track the movement, desperate to see her entire body turn that delectable shade of pink. But that will come in time. I’ve been patient for years, I can be patient for a little longer. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

“When I was filling in the questionnaire, Hannah helped me a lot. I didn’t really know what a lot of the things were.”

“We can take it slow,” I assure her. “How about we start with some of the more basic stuff? How do you feel about being spanked?”

She shifts in her seat, and I already know the answer before she nods her head. “I’d like to try it.”

“What about being bound? Blindfolded?”

Her breath stutters in her chest, but she nods again, and I force myself to keep my hands on my side of the table. I’ve been a member here since we moved to the city, but this is my first negotiation. I’ve watched hundreds of scenes in my time, but this is the first one I’ll be taking part in, and I want to make sure I’m doing everything by the book. Getting banned would really throw a wrench in the works when it comes to my stalking Waverly.

“And toys?”

“I’ve never…I haven’t ever…I don’t own any,” she finally stutters out.

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