Page 63 of Taming Her

She did as he’d asked, crossing her elegant, tanned ankles and smoothing her short pale green skirt over her thighs. “Oh, look.” She pointed at the field. “A skylark.”

“So it is. You like the animals here, don’t you?”

“They remind me of the second boarding school I went to, it was very rural and we were allowed to roam the grounds. There were always deer, rabbits, and birds around.”

“It was hard for you, boarding school.”

“Yes, I told you that before, but it’s over now.”

“I want you to have new, good, interesting experiences in your life, Ava. Ones that challenge what you think you know, ones that give you pleasure and spark your curiosity.”

“You sound like you have something in mind, Griff.”

“Actually I have.” He stood and brushed her hair back from her shoulders, exposing her long neck.

She gazed up at him, lashes darker than usual; she’d applied a sweep of mascara. “Tell me.”

“We’re going out tonight.”

“Out?” She laughed. “That’s not what we do, Griff.”

“It is tonight, call it a date if you want.”

“We’ve gone well beyond dating.” She paused. “You’ve fucked me in every room in the house, tanned my bottom red with your hand and belt, and fingered my asshole.”

She still tried to shock him sometimes with what she came out with. But Griff wasn’t easily shocked. “This is true, but we’re not hitting the usual clubs in Bristol.”

“A club, wow, you think I’ll be okay with all that temptation around?” She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a slight sheen there.

“Drinking isn’t the main pastime at the club I have in mind.”

“Oh, so what is?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He brushed his thumbs over the column of her neck. “But I’m pretty sure it will capture your attention.”

“Now I am intrigued. What shall I wear?”

“Any little dress will do, and this…”

“What?”

He pulled the leather from his pocket. It was slim and dainty, with a tiny silver buckle on one end.

She stared at it for a moment, then, “A collar?”

“Yes.”

“A dog collar?” She frowned.

“No, definitely not a dog collar. This is the type of collar a submissive wears. At the club we’re going to you’ll need to be wearing one, otherwise it will be a free for all.”

She swallowed. “You’re taking me to a sex club?”

“It’s a members-only club.”

“And you’re a member.”

“For the last few years.”

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