Page 105 of What About Love

Without him occupying the space in front of her, for the first time, she got a good look at where they were. The metal at her back was actually bars, the same as the other three walls and ceiling. The floor of what was obviously a free-standing jail cell was concrete. Beyond the bars on the opposite wall were floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflecting her current predicament: naked, spread-eagled, exposed, and powerless to do anything about it.

Correction. She had a safeword, which is why he had that little reminder beforehand about choices. If she wasn’t so incredibly turned on, so much that she could feel her wetness on her inner thighs, she would have laughed. No way was she stopping this freaking-hot interlude without seeing it to its conclusion.

Heart pounding, chest rising and falling rapidly with exhilaration, for the first time in her life, she found herself on the other side of the handcuffs. She liked it—a helluva lot—especially being at the mercy of T, her seriously hot jailer.

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THAD TO TAKE A STEPback and calm down before doing what he’d accused her of—rushing headlong to the big finish. He could have so easily come down her throat, but he would have missed the chance to savor her. And this moment—observing Angie’s reaction as she took in their newly finished kink-inspired Decadence jail, while strung up by the wrists inside it—would have passed him by.

He was thrilled by her eager response, so caught up in her passion that they’d been in the room for nearly twenty minutes and she hadn’t noticed the cell or the bars. That she had to be the most poorly trained submissive he’d ever been with amused him. Ruled by her desire, she didn’t wait, neither deferring to her dom’s lead, nor asking permission. Case in point, her hands clutching fists full of his hair when he’d released her. Any other dom would still have her over his knee blistering her butt for such willful flaunting of the rules. He didn’t want to be too strict with her, not during their first night playing at the club and not in the presence of such a passionate response.

His mentor’s words came to him from years ago.Bad habits are hard to break. Start out as you mean to carry on.

If carrying on meant more blow jobs like she’d just given him and seeing her so turned on, her pussy juices trickled down her thighs, he’d take it every time.

Another reason he’d walked away, he had a few other surprises, and he needed his tools. Once he had everything he needed, he returned to stand in front of her again.

“Now it’s payback time.”

With his body blocking the mirrored wall, her hazel eyes rose to his.

“Um...isn’t that what we just did?”

Undiluted laughter burst free from his throat. “The blow job? Sweet newbie, that hardly cost you. Besides, if it was repayment on a debt, I wouldn’t have stopped until you had paid the balance in full.”

Seeing the disgruntled look on her face, he approached. His lips close to her ear, he whispered, “Admit that you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

He waited, watching until understanding dawned and her face flushed crimson.

T bent his neck so he could whisper in her ear, “You can admit you enjoyed giving as much as I enjoyed receiving. I won’t tell.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

“Now, now,” he cautioned, trailing his hand down her front. When his fingers reached her lower belly, just above the tiny triangle of caramel curls on her mound, he stopped. “Are you going to make me prove my claim?”

“I did enjoy it,” she blurted out, “but surely notasmuch.”

“Close,” he murmured as his mouth covered hers, invading and conquering with his agile tongue until she was out of breath. “Since you conceded the point, we can continue.” He ignored her little grunt of protest, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Your debt is twofold, first for losing our bet and crying uncle at the twenty-seven-minute mark.”

“That was hardly fair. You outweigh me by one hundred pounds.”

“You took the bet, baby. No reneging. The rest of what you owe is punishment for your abysmal manners.”

“Pardon me?”

“Who is the dom here?”

She rolled her eyes with impatience. “Am I not standing naked and cuffed to the steel bars of a jail cell?”

“Angie!” he barked more surprised at her nerve considering her vulnerability than anything else.

“You are the dom, naturally.”

“And how were you taught to address a dominant?”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

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