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It was good to see the confused girl holding her own. She could keep her secrets, and I doubted James was the one to extract them from her. Ignoring their banter, I turned my back to the bar, running my gaze over the crowd. The echo of Kiera’s moans rolled around my mind until I was stiff as hell in my pants and in a different sort of pain than had been inflicted on her.

Does she know?

No.

Another double shot of Jack appeared by my side. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Zoe flip James off as he took a shot for himself.

I grabbed the glass and tossed it back without looking.

No, Kiera didn’t know.

Not yet.

Chapter Five

Kiera

The next few weeks passed in a similar fashion. At seven PM every Tuesday evening , I headed into Club Fray for my session with Damon, full of nerves and anticipation.

Each week felt like an experiment, and me his toy for the night.

Sometimes he played with pain, sometimes with pleasure. Occasionally he created a head-spinning mixture of both, as though he was testing my mettle to see if his kinks matched my body and mind.

I grew accustomed to having my arms extended in those chains hanging from the roof to the cuffs on my wrists, the odd flicks around my ankles while he played with me. I never could get accustomed to that blasted light. On top of all the things I learned about Damon Blake’s broad array of kinks, he taught me how to orgasm properly.

I had no idea how powerful pleasure could be until he showed me.

Cold hands told me my night would be a discovery tour of all the ways my body reacted to his brand of pain; warm hands were for pleasure. Damon’s passion and desire overflowed into me until I spent those nights trembling in my chains, crying out over and over again.

I learnt to submit to his will, and my body to his needs.

In reward, for a few hours every week, I got lost in my head while he played my body like an instrument in need of tuning to his tastes.

And every week, I met him at the bar, cool and collected, as much as I could be on the outside. When I left, I tried not to stumble at the door on the way to my car. More than once, Damon tried to get me to use an Uber, but I needed the drive home to pull myself back together.

By the time I fell into my own bed halfway across the city, my thighs still trembled with the after-shocks of what he did to me, the last I would see of him all week.

No, nothing could be so simple.

My dreams were haunted by his harsh laugh when I cried and writhed for him, aching for the touch of his cool, clever hands or the deep primal growl that rose in his chest when I came from the pressure of his fingers between my legs while he sucked at my breasts and teased my nipples with his tongue.

Once a week for three weeks I ceased being Kiera and became his plaything, looking forward to those few hours every Tuesday night until my feet hit the club’s threshold again.

This week’s instructions were simple. Wear the black-and-silver empire cut minidress he sent to me with the red-and-blue ribbon that came with it. The hair accessory was an Alice band in the same colors. That kept my hair off my face and let it flow back over my shoulders.

Matching bracelets, each a piece of matching striped ribbon for each color with a tiny stud on the inside, lay beneath the dress in its glossy black box. I contemplated wearing them together on one wrist, but having one on each side appealed to my OCD as well as balancing out in play if he used the industrial-grade cuffs in tonight’s session.

I found a lipstick called Scarlet Lady to match the red ribbon.I smirked at the implications as I added midnight-blue shadow to my lids. Only a little of each, nothing so overdone as the seventies porn flicks that had become cult over the years. No, I was aiming for class, not whore … at least, not yet.

Everything about Damon exuded class. I didn’t know which side of him I would see tonight, but he trained me in a few short weeks to respond to whatever he needed each time I saw him. Reprogramming my body was as easy as conditioning me to pain and breaking me over a series of orgasms. It was like he put me back together while I was lost in my own head.

Either way, I wanted to savor every moment of tonight, regardless of what mood he might be in.

He still hadn’t shown me his dragon.

And I didn’t know how to ask.

What would that conversation be like?

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