Page 109 of Beautifully Ruined
“If you don’t feel right?—”
“I wouldn’t be here.” I say this quietly. “But the fact we’re into this stuff is an easy sell. And it’ll show you’re genuine. You just…saw an opportunity for both work and access to an exclusive club.”
He turns and stares at me.
I shrug. “I’m an analyst, and part of that is being a strategist.”
“So I see,” he says slowly.
“We sell him on the lifestyle, and we align our preferences with what they do in there.”
This is where I’m going in blind. I’m not sure if this is a dungeon that caters to specific tastes or it’s anything goes.
My play preferences were always kept between me and my partners, never on display. And many of them were just fantasies, until Vi came into my life.
I never thought they’d ever become real, and I like it that we play at being real.
“So, you’re saying we do whatever the club does in order to get his trust?”
“Yes,” I say, unsure if he’s playing with me or not. He’s got his Ghost game face on.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never been to a place like this, have I? I don’t know what to expect.”
“You’ve thought about it?”
I squirm. “Only since Thomas said we were going. I…I knew places like this existed, but I didn’t think I ever explore my fantasies in a club.” I bite my lip. “Maybe I thought you’d tell me what to do.”
“Like your mine to control? Like you have to obey? My little sweet and dirty sub?”
A shudder of pure excitement races through my veins. “Yes.”
“What if I stripped you in there? Would you like it?”
“Yes.” The word slips free.
He starts to smile. It’s pure Ghost, the cool demeanor of a master. “It turns you on, being naked, with me touching you. Letting others do the same…”
Oh, the fantasy of that is up there, but it’s something I think I want to keep just as fantasy. The touching.
But I don’t think he’d like others touching, so I look at him. “Yes, it’s on my bucket list.”
“Like hell that last one is.”
“Maybe it is.”
“And maybe you just want to see me kill people?”
My cheeks burn. “Fine. Maybe touching is a step too far.”
“But looking?”
And I run my hand over his cock that’s hard in his pants. I squeeze, and he hisses in a breath. “It’s hot. As long as you’re there.”
“Always. How else am I guarding my property?”
His.
