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“Master Scrooge discussed the club safeword during the introduction, correct?”

“Yes, he did.”

“In this club, no matter who you are scening with, if you are uncomfortable, scared, or wish to end the scene, all you need to do is use the word red, and it comes to a stop… immediately, no questions asked.”

“But then I lose all chances of getting into the academy.”

“Pushing boundaries is what Doms do, little one. A good Dominant will know when he has pushed a sub to the edge and pull back. Remember that we are human as well, and sometimes, we get it wrong. If a sub doesn’t have confidence in the power she has in the relationship or scene with the Dom, that’s when bad things happen.

“Always remember, Lillian, the sub holds the power. That is a fact in the BDSM lifestyle. It’s not debatable. It’s the golden rule. A Dominant worth his while will never question or judge a sub for using the safeword—neither will we in this evaluation. If anyone tells you it works differently, run. Don’t walk, run, and get the hell away from that Dom as fast as you can.”

Even though she had been told the same before at the clubs she frequented, this was the one time it finally settled in her mind. Rocco had been abusing the power he had as a Dominant. Correction, he had physically abused her, period.

The lessons she had learned since she had ended their relationship had shown her that she needed the emotional relief a sexual exchange of power offered her. It was time to fully embrace the change of lifestyle she had been yearning for.

“Very well, Master Crow. Edging it is.”

Chapter Six

Hunter

“S-So, you’re not going to make me beg that they all fuck me, then allow them to? One after the other?”

Hunter couldn’t get Lillian’s words or her expression of remembered disgust and fear out of his mind. He had been in the BDSM lifestyle since he was in his early twenties. Now, at forty-two, with the experience he had gained over the years, it infuriated him that there were still Dominants who abused the power granted to them by submissives. Clearly he, whoever the bastard was, had coerced her into a Dom/sub relationship, and since she never had proper training or understanding of the lifestyle, she had no idea of the power a sub had that came with it.

Yes, Hunter wasn’t a saint, and at times, he reveled in devilish sadistic domination, but always within the boundaries of his playmate. His reputation as the Tormentor Master stemmed from his ability to unleash feelings and desires from subs that they didn’t realize were hidden deep inside them. He was aware of the whispers in the hallways of Club Sensations that he breathed heat inside them with the fire of a dragon. Few women could keep up with him since he had the endurance of a tiger. It was all true. Master Crow was as loved as he was hated. Loved by those he selected as a playmate sub and hated by those he trained because the torment he put them through made them face not only their biggest and darkest desires but also their worst fears.

Was that why Lillian was so eager to be chosen for the Sensations Sub Academy? To fully understand the lifestyle? The question he was struggling with was whether she was here to embrace the lifestyle, and if so, why, and how did she gain access to the preselected list of candidates for the parade? No matter that he found himself attracted to the beautiful redhead, Hunter Sutton was a levelheaded man who didn’t allow lust and sexual gratification to shadow the decisions he made in life.

“Very well, Master Crow. Edging it is.”

Lillian’s voice interrupted his dark thoughts.

“Including sex with me?”

“Including that, yes.”

“Come now, subbie. You don’t strike me as a shy woman? Let me hear you say it.”

She gasped as he brushed his hand over the soft skin of her mound. “Oh my,” she moaned as he slid the tips of two fingers just inside her slit.

“Hmm, exactly what I expected to find.” His voice lowered to a gravelly rasp when he found her so wet, he couldn’t resist dipping them in deeper and watching her eyes grow smoky as he spread her essence over the hard, sensitive bud of her clit. “Say it, Lillian.”

“S-Say what?” Her eyes widened as he removed his fingers and flicked them in front of her, showing off the glistening juice coating them.

“That you want me to fuck you.” His heart rate increased like it did every time he watched heat creep into her cheeks. This time, based on how her teeth abused her bottom lip, he had no doubt the blush spreading over her body was an unwelcome sign of her own arousal.

“You know you want me to. This is proof of just how wet you are… and how ready you are to be fucked.” He grinned with evil delight, revealing perfectly aligned white teeth.

“Oh, God, what are you…” Lillian gasped in shock as he slowly licked off the sticky juices. Judging by her reaction, no Dom had ever mind fucked with her in a similar fashion.

“I’m waiting, subbie.” There was nothing wrong with Hunter’s perception, and this time it told him that she couldn’t find the words to speak as she watched him savoring the essence from her loins. He deliberately pushed her, setting the bar from the get-go that he wasn’t going to treat her with kid gloves. For all he knew, she wasn’t as green a submissive as she claimed, only playing the part. One way or the other, he was going to find out who she was and why she had invaded his club.

“Master Crow, I… oh!”

His hand pressing against the flat of her stomach cut off whatever she intended to say as he leaned down and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. The sound of indrawn breath as he drew hard on the succulent tip kick-started his testosterone, presenting itself in a sharp twitch in his cock.

With darkening eyes, he watched the fight she was raging against, the unraveling of emotions, and keeping herself from giving into the pleasure of the moment and the enjoyment he was offering.

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