Page 30 of Carnal

Happy about her admission, I pat her ass, then kiss her again. "Good. Now go get your sexy outfit on."

"Did you have to cut my other one?" she asks.

"You thought it was hot when I sliced it off your pert little ass," I state.

She rolls her eyes. "It was five hundred dollars."

"Then I guess I owe you a new outfit. Go get changed, and let's get this over with before I change my mind," I demand as my gut sends me mixed signals again.

She points at me. "No changing your mind. You owe me this for breaking your word last night."

"Fine. Go. But you can't utter a word to anyone about this," I repeat.

"I won't! And you'll love it, promise!"

"I doubt that. Get changed," I demand, then pull off my sweatshirt.

"Don’t move once you're kneeling. If you look up, I'll have to punish you," she warns.

I've been a Dom long enough to know she's serious. I clench my jaw and stare at her.

She peers at me. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"This is what you need from me?" I ask.

She doesn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Then get out of here." I point to the door.

She leaves, and I take the playroom in again. I'm not used to being nervous, but I suddenly am.

What did I just agree to?

Take it like a man. It'll be worth it to take her on a date and then dominate her again.

I remove my shoes and pants then fold everything. I stack my items on the top of a table then stare at the cage.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I glance at the door, debating about leaving.

Suck it up.

Shaking my head, I step into the cage, kneel, and stare at the floor, wondering what I've agreed to do.

6

Pina

Nervous energy growsin my stomach. I stare at myself in the mirror. The spaghetti strap, black, wet-leather minidress has silver hooks down the middle and along my thigh from my hip bone to the bottom. The same design is on the lower part of the sleeves and neckline. One of the chains fits like a choker and the other drapes slightly below it. My six-inch stilettos have a pointed silver heel and the same black wet-leather look.

I've worn Dominatrix outfits too many times to count. Normally, the moment I step into them, I feel powerful. Today, I feel off.

Why am I feeling like this?

It's Tristano Marino.

I enjoyed him dominating me.

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