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I brush my hand over her cheek, staring at her with intent. ‘I will never hurt you. This is about pleasure. Testing your limits. You have your safeword. Trust me to take care of you. Your body wants this.’ I stroke her pussy again. ‘Surrender to me, and I’ll show you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.’
She reaches for her champagne glass again, brings it to her mouth and drains the contents in three mouthfuls. From the way she winces, I gather she didn't enjoy it as much as my family’s private reserve. I make a mental note to get a supply here for tomorrow.
‘I’m ready.’
‘Good girl.’ I finish my whiskey, and stand from the stool, holding a hand out to take hers. She eyes it for a long beat, then places hers in mine. It feels small and feminine and slightly clammy as I lead her through the club.
Chapter Fifteen
LAYLA
My heart hammers in my chest as Sean leads me through the dark, rope-lit corridors. We pass an open door, and I get a glimpse of the huge, imposing Saint Andrew’s Cross. The polished ebony frame must be at least seven feet high. It gleams, ominous yet tempting, beneath the low seductive lighting. My feet falter as my eyes scramble around the room, trying to take it all in.
‘One step at a time, Princess. I want to savour breaking you in.’ Sean’s breath tickles my neck as he leans in to murmur into my ear.
He tugs my arm, and we press on further until we reach another heavy, dark wooden door. My eyes widen further as he opens the door with a key card. The vast, opulent space stretches before us, but the weight of my want fills every corner. Polished black concrete walls soar fifteen feet overhead. Chrome suspension points gleam like stars against the dark ceiling.
The centrepiece dominates everything: an elevated platform of black leather stretched over sleek chrome framework.Dramatic lighting throws precise pools of illumination into strategic corners. Shadows claim the rest. One wall is comprised entirely of a tinted black mirror. The scent of leather and Sean’s expensive cologne floods my senses. Underneath that—anticipation. Raw want. Hypnotic sensual music floats from discreetly positioned speakers, low enough to allow conversation—or, more importantly, to hear a submissive’s safeword.
Sean’s hand slides up over my wrist, gripping it like he’s frightened I’m going to turn and run. His thumb traces over my pulse point, soothing strokes steady the blood racing through every vein and artery. I swallow thickly, my eyes drinking in every detail.
This is nothing like I imagined. Every elegant surface speaks of control, precision, beauty that makes my pulse quicken. My eyes home in on an enormous glass cabinet showcasing an array of toys—some tame, some which look frankly terrifying.
‘Last chance to leave, Princess.’ He drops my wrist and reaches for the open door.
I step further inside, spinning round to take it all in. Excitement and anticipation duel for dominance in my stomach. This is more decadent than anything I could have dreamed up, even in my wildest fantasies. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
‘Thank fuck.’ He pushes the door closed and twists the lock with a definitive click. ‘For a minute there I thought I’d have to chase you down–fuck you in the main lounge in front of everyone.’
A hot jolt of lust strikes my core.
‘Take your mask off. I want to see every single one of your expressions in here. I want to see when you’re flirting with the edge of oblivion. And Ineedto watch when you fall spectacularly over it.’
I reach up and untie the silk strings at the back of my head. The mask falls to the floor. He inhales sharply.
‘Lose the bodysuit. I need you naked for what I have in mind.’
I pop the buttons between my legs and pull the lace up over my head. His low appreciative hiss chases away any niggling trace of doubt. His eyes rake over my breasts as my nipples tighten to two hard buds, begging for his attention. I go to slip out of my heels, but he stops me. ‘Leave them on.’
A dull ache throbs between my legs as I watch him cross the room to the leather bench. A black square velvet box rests in the centre. He picks it up and turns to face me. ‘When you’re in my club, I want you to wear this.’ He snaps the box open to reveal some sort of necklace. Cartier, from the look of it. He beckons me closer with a single finger.
My breath catches as I realise exactly what it is.
A collar.
Platinum nestles against black velvet, so beautiful it could grace any red carpet or state dinner. It gleams under the suite’s dramatic lighting. Tiny diamonds—perfectly matched brilliant cuts—are embedded along its length, catching and throwing light. At the centre sits a larger stone. Two carats, maybe more. Flawless. Stunning.
I reach for it, lifting it from its velvet bed. It’s heavier than it looks, substantial against my palms. I run my thumb over the diamonds, each one perfectly placed. As I turn it over, examining the exquisite craftsmanship, my fingers find something unexpected at the clasp. A tiny chrome ring. Hidden. Deliberate. The kind that gets chained to the bed, or worse.
My stomach flips as I realise exactly how much power I’m surrendering.
I look up at Sean, the collar still cradled in my hands, my pulse hammering against my throat.
‘On your knees, Princess.’ He motions to the crushed velvet pillow strategically placed on the floor. I don’t hesitate. He prises the collar from my fingers and carefully clips it around my neck. It’s tight and heavy. The weight of it is a lot to bear— an uncanny reflection of how I feel about my life.
‘Now, you belong to me. And everyone in this club will know that. No one touches you unless I say so.’
My fingers reach for it, stroking over the jewels. ‘Yes, sir.’
