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“Yes, Sir,” hecorrected.

She licked her dry lips.“Yes, Sir,” sherepeated.

“Get on yourknees.”

Layla dropped to her kneesin front of him.The gray carpet was soft beneath her and she wasthankful for it.Glancing up at his large body, he looked muchtaller.More mean and intimidating.Even with all her thoughts offun and games, she really didn’t know him.Her vulnerability wentup a notch as he took her stance in.Since she was naked and he wasfully clothed, she was in no position to test him.She wanted tobelieve that he was the kind of lover she wanted, but the naggingthoughts of what her mother had told her kept her in reality.Asidefrom the abuse, club members were notoriously known for tradingwomen like the property they were considered.If Silver owed somekind ofdebt,he could give her to the person he owed and theywould then have full control over her and the situation.Right now,she believed he liked her enough that that wouldn’t happen.For themost part, the erotic stories her mother and others told made herwet.But there were some, and a very important few indeed, thatscared the hell out of her.

“When you greet me, youget on your knees, head down and wait for me to acknowledge you.”He reached for a cigarette from his dresser.“Naked.”

She let out a breath.So he wanted hernaked.It’d definitely cut back on her need to do laundry.Shenodded, unsure of what he expected of her.She didn’t dare speakagain, not after his warning about popping off at him.

He took a drag, eyes still on her.“Are youscared of me?”

Layla jerked her attention to him.“No.”

“No?”He leaned againstthe dresser.

There was something about the way he lookedat her that made her feel okay.Even with all the uncertainty, shedidn’t believe that he would hurt her.She imagined that in hispreamble that he planned to do rough things with her sexually.Someof it might be painful, but not in a negative way.She took a deepbreath, wondering what he expected her to say.If she feared him,she couldn’t have agreed to their arrangement.It simply wouldn’twork.

“No.”She spoke with moreconfidence though he didn’t seem to buy it.“Do you want me to fearyou?”

He puffed on hiscigarette, the end burning a bright orange with eachinhale.Smoke drifted into the air, the tension growing thicker aseach moment passed.Silence filled the area and Layla wondered ifhe was trying to decide or if he simply wanted to make her feeluneasy.He was pretty damn good at making her uneasy.

“Fear?No.”He finallyresponded, tapping his cigarette in an ashtray on the dresser.“Youfeared the club attacking you like wolves.It was probably ahealthy reaction too,becausegiven your position, they’ddefinitely take advantage.”

She pursed her lips.“You too?You wouldhave taken advantage?”

He drew from his cigarette.“I am, aren’tI?”

She didn’t say anything.Him taking advantage of the situation was different.She didn’thavemuchregretabout rolling around with him.Shedidn’t think he did either.His hard cock pressed against his flyand Layla was sure that when he decided to finally take her, thathe’d be what she’d imagined him to be.It was a twisted attractionand she didn’t want to analyze it.

He stamped out his cigarette and walkedtoward her and held out his hand.“Get up.”

Layla was sure that the proffered hand meantshe had to take it so she did.He smoothed his fingers along herarm before slipping his hand to her stomach.He liked touching her.It wasn’t uncommon given the state of intimacy they were in, butshe’d never had a man touch her the way he did.Her former loversmore or less pawed at her body.Silver touched her with skill, withexperience.He knew what he liked and he knew what she wouldlike.

He cupped her breast in one hand, squeezinggently before rubbing her hard nipple with his thumb.Each passingwas a live wire connected straight to her pussy.He leaned in andpulled the hard tip into his mouth, sucking.She clutched at hisarms, dropping her head back as his warm mouth pulled at herbreast.He switched to the other side and did the same thing beforemoving back and looking at her.

“You were made forfucking.”

She swallowed.“Thank you?”

He chuckled and steppedback.She watched as he went to the container he’d retrievedearlier.Inside was a variety of things and he laid them out on thebed.A ball gag.Rope.Handcuffs.Flogger.Nipple clamps.Leatherslapper.Dildo.Butt plug.There wasotherstuff in thecontainer but instead of showing her, he sat it aside.

“Pick something for me touse on you.”

She stared at the gadgets.The only thing she’d ever see in person were handcuffs.And theyweren’t used for kinky sex either.She didn’t like the idea ofbeing lockeduplikea criminal, so she ignored that.Theball gag and the flogger scared her.Nipple clamps looked likethey’d hurt too much.She’d heard things about dildos but nevertried one.She wasn’t sure what he planned to do with that if shegave it to him.The butt plug too.So that left theleatherslapper.He didn’t look like he’d beat the shit out of herwith it.She trusted him at least that much.It was small and itdidn’t look like it would cause that much pain.But then again,Silver was a big man with muscles.He could inflict pain if hewanted, with or without animplement.

She reached for the leather slapper andturned toward him.His face was hard with no inclination of areaction to her choice.It didn’t really matter what he intended todo.He would do what he want, per their agreement.

“That’s the one youwant?”

She nodded.“Yes…Sir.”

He took the leather slapper and smacked itagainst his hand.He went to the bed and dropped the gadgets in hiscontainer.When he was through, he looked up at her.

“Lie back on thebed.”

Chapter Four

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