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We take time negotiating the scene and talking about likes, dislikes, soft and hard limits. He listens, nodding and waiting for me to finish talking, which reassures me he will respect my boundaries. I go with a simple flogging scene, blindfold only, and no genital touching or penetration of any kind. Rising to our feet, we head over to the Saint Andrew’s Cross, and, just as he is about to fasten the wrist strap, Christopher appears out of nowhere.

"Step away from her. Now, Wyatt." He glares at both of us with such intensity that it makes my stomach drop to my feet. Wyatt stares with a mixture of shock and surprise, his gaze darting from me to Christopher. Fuck my life! Someone shoot me. Just kill my ass now.

"She told me she is an unattached sub. My apologies, Master Christopher," he mutters, shuffling away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Emma, the submissive that is employed to help with the club’s impact play demonstrations. I have noticed she lurks around, following Christopher everywhere like his shadow. She hasn’t approached me yet, but she stares at me with open hostility as if she is trying to tell me I am encroaching on her territory. Katie told me he keeps his relationship with his employees professional, so the risk of me finding her sucking his dick is low.

Lifting my chin, I stare at him with defiance as fury rises inside me. I have had enough of his mind games. "Excuse me, I was—"

"Did I give you permission to speak, pet?" he barks.

"No, Sir." I lower my gaze as a sense of preservation kicks in.

"Then sit and shut up, if you know what is good for you." His low voice rings with a command that makes my breath hitch.

"Yes, Sir."Ask me to do a scene with you,my inner submissive begs.Please!

"Since you are in the mood to play, it would be my pleasure to give you what you crave, pet." His voice is laced with a dark promise. Thank you, BDSM gods, for hearing my prayers.

"Yes, please, Sir," I whisper as my inner submissive does cartwheels and somersaults.

For the second time this evening, I negotiate a scene, only this time, I go all in because I trust Christopher with my entire being to keep me safe.

Chapter 10

Christopher

Ihadalookthrough her soft and hard limits, and it didn't surprise me she likes pain and verbal humiliation. From the moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew deep inside of me she is everything I have ever wanted. While I loved Amelia with all my heart, she wasn’t a masochist, so she could never satisfy the monster who lives inside me and feeds on the sexual pain of others. I love control. Hearing the painful moans of a submissive is like what drinking blood is to a vampire. I need and crave more. Their screams and begging are hot as fuck to me. Does that make me a sick fuck? Maybe yes or maybe no. I would never intentionally harm anyone. I play by the rules of the game. Safe. Sane. Consensual.

But collaring another submissive would be like betraying everything I had with Amelia. Yet, that doesn’t stop this insane, obsessive wish to collar Heidi and make her my fucktoy. The dirty, filthy thoughts running through my head torment me day and night. Alas, I'm not ready yet to let her—or anyone else, for that matter—in. What if I let her in and lose her, just like my mother and Amelia? I can’t survive another loss.Head in the game, man. Now is not the time.

Blowing out a deep breath, I lead Heidi to my favorite play area, where I keep my bag of toys. The large black cage with a metal suspension bar above it dominates the black and purple playroom. I dim the purple and red spotlights to create ambience. No one wants to scene under glaring overhead lights, it kills the mood.

"Strip." My voice drips with authority, leaving no room for her to brat as usual.

For a moment, she raises her chin defiantly, and her ocean blue eyes connect with mine. I cross my arms over my chest, sending her a silent warning.

"Yes, Sir," she replies with a playful tone.

I take out the box with my wooden clothespins. Sometimes the simplest household items can be the most effective torture toys. Blindfold, jute rope, and riding crop come next, followed by the violet wand and vibrator. My naughty little vixen likes electro play, which is my second treasured torture toy.

I watch her drop her rubber top and shorts on the small couch in the corner before ambling towards me, her curvy hips swaying with each step she takes.Mine!my inner monster growls.Her delectable body makes my cock ache with need, begging me to throw her on the bench and fuck her tight holes like a savage animal.What is wrong with you, man? Fucking control yourself,I order myself.

With a heavy exhale, I fasten the blindfold to awaken her other senses and help her lie down on the metal cage.

"Arms above your head."

I tie her wrists and loop the rope through the metal bar, restraining her. Wrapping the rope around her waist and thighs, I secure it on the suspension bar and hoist her up, lifting her bottom off the cage. She has no choice but to lay supine with her knees bent and feet on the metal bars. The slow, hypnotic sound of Plaza’s "Use Me"pulses through the play area, loud enough to set the mood but low enough for Doms to hear their submissive’s safe words. Her sweet floral scent washes over me as I bend over.

"Do you trust me, pet?" I whisper, licking and nibbling the soft shell of her ear.

"Yes, Sir." Her voice comes out hoarse.

"You please me, pet. What is your safe word?" I demand, pinching her erect nipples.

"Oklahoma, Sir."

My hand traces the contours of her body, exploring her breasts, the hollow of her back, and insides of her thighs. Trudging back, I pull the tender skin on her underarm, attaching the first clothespin. Heidi whimpers, squirming her body in obvious discomfort.

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