Page 11 of Reveal Me
‘Mercy.’
I like it.
I stalk towards the extensive array of floggers and whips and run my hands thoughtfully over each delicately crafted piece contemplatively before settling on a round leather paddle.
‘How about this one?’ I brandish it above my head, and I’m met with a quick burst of applause.
‘I’ll take that as approval.’ I stride slowly across the stage, rolling up my shirt sleeves as I go. It’s not about inflicting pain. It’s about testing limitations, teetering on the pain/pleasure border.
I turn to sub numbers two and three. Number two’s head remains down, number three’s hair is swishing like she’d just jolted her face back down. Oh, I’m going to enjoy testing her limits shortly.
‘Number two,’ I bark. ‘Get over here.’
What’s better than playing with one potential new submissive?
Playing with two.
She rises and walks towards me, keeping her eyes firmly trained on the floor like a good girl. When she reaches me, she kneels at my feet. I push the round leather paddle into her hands. ‘I want to watch you with number one.’
Excited ‘oohs’ echo around the room. Group play is popular at Reveal. Dominic and I often share women.
‘Yes, sir.’ She rises and struts seductively towards sub number one, stopping behind her. She looks at me once again, seeking permission. I nod, and a split second later she cracks the paddle across the blonde’s backside. The satisfying thwack of leather on skin pierces the air, followed by low rumbles of appreciation.
I turn to sub number three, who isn’t even pretending to look at the floor now.
Her rosy nipples are peaked on her chest, and I’d bet my life the lace between her legs is soaked. Time to see what she’s really made of.
Our eyes lock, and that invisible chemistry pulses through the air between us. I beckon her over with a single finger. ‘Crawl to me.’
Chapter Six
LAYLA
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I’m equally appalled and aroused at the scene unfolding in front of me. If I had any idea what I was getting into, would I still have done it?
Yes—I would.
No one’s so much as laid a finger on me, yet I’ve never been as wet in my entire life. Sitting here almost naked, while an entire theatre full of people are champing at the bit to watch whatever Sean Beckett decides to do with us feels so wrong, but yet at the same time so undeniably right.
Selina wasn’t exaggerating. He is unequivocally the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Aside from the shockingly sharp bone structure, strong square jawline, and the physique of a Roman God, his big black eyes exude a dominance that no one could deny. He radiates a raw power I’ve only ever read about. With his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his tanned powerful forearms on display, the man means business. Kinky business. He’s the single most sexual creature I’ve ever seen.
My parents would literally kill me if they found out I’dstumbled into some sort of underground BDSM club. The Tower of London isn’t looking so unlikely after all. But fuck it, if the glint in Mr Beckett’s eye, and the promising bulge in his crotch is anything to go by, it would be worth it.
‘I said crawl.’ His low, deep voice exudes confidence, authority, and a tiny flicker of impatience.
I swallow thickly, eyeing the array of equipment on the stage, contemplating what he might do to me, and why I’m salivating at the prospect of it. Cuffs could be sexy, if he’s the one wielding the weapon. Would he actually hurt me? My knowledge of BDSM is limited to sneakily reading a copy ofFifty Shades of Grey—or that ‘disgusting atrocity’ as my mother called it, before tossing it onto the fire. Thank God for the Kindle.
‘Crawl,’ he demands for the third time. ‘If I have to ask you again, you’re out of here.’
The paddle cracks against the blonde’s bare ass cheeks again, and she moans like she’s in her element. My core clenches. I can deny it all I like, but I want some of that. Need it even. My entire life, I’ve been treated like this fragile royal object. I wanted real. I wanted raw. I wanted inappropriate. Careful what you wish for, right?
What would it feel like to be whipped and chained and fucked like I’m a nobody?
Maybe if I crawl to him, I’ll find out.
It should be degrading, disgusting, but the entire scenario is deliciously decadent.
