Page 25 of No Redemption

“He’s flogging her.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, depending on the force with which you do it.”

His hand pushes my hair aside and instinctively, my head falls to the side, exposing my neck to him. I close my eyes, expecting him to press his lips against me, but he doesn’t.

“Have you done it to someone?”

“I have.” His fingers continue to dance across my skin.

“Here?”

“No. I don’t participate here.”

“No? Why not?” I spin around to face him, my hands resting flat against his chest.

“Because I’m the boss and the owner. Feels a bit unethical or maybe just unprofessional.”

I cock my head slightly. “I didn’t think you had ethics, Mr. Bishop.” I smile at him, but he doesn’t return the gesture. His eyes are dark, but there’s something else about his expression that I can’t put my finger on. Something that makes my stomach feel uneasy. I swallow down the lump in my throat, wanting to ask him the question I’ve been avoiding since we stepped foot down here, but I know I can’t avoid it forever… I have to know. I need to know. “Did—did Dane participate down here or just watch?”

“Yes,” he replies quickly, no emotion in his voice.

“That’s it?” I blink rapidly, attempting to keep my tears at bay. “No explanation?”

“What do you want me to say, Em? Tell you the details? That won’t help anything.”

I pull away from Mads, turning my attention back to the man and woman in front of us. He’s sliding a large silver cone-shaped item into the woman’s ass, making her back arch and her mouth fall open. He reaches for a long flat paddle, running his hand over it thoughtfully before bringing it down on one side of her ass, then the other. He repeats the process, her skin beginning to glow red with the force of the spanking. His cock is at full mast beneath his pants. He reaches for his belt, undoing it as he tosses the paddle onto the floor.

“Do you enjoy watching them?” Mads slides his arm back around me. I attempt to push him away, but he pulls me tightly against his body.

I don’t answer. I just watch the man as he teases the woman’s entrance with the tip of his cock. He does this several times before sliding inside her. He grips her waist as he pulls her back onto himself over and over again.

“I asked you a question, Emery.” His hand snakes its way up around the front of me, his fingers wrapping around my neck.

“Yes.” I don’t lie. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now… anger, pain, betrayal… hatred. I feel like a complete fool that I had no idea Dane was participating in this life without me.

Would I have joined him if he asked?

“Maybe you aren’t as good of a girl as I thought,” he says against my neck. His lips are warm, pressing a kiss against my skin, sending a bolt of lightning and desire straight to my core. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears of anger as I reach for Mads’ hand.

“How do you participate? You just ask someone to join you down here?”

“Yes. Not all members do, but those who do participate either invite others to join them, ask them one on one, or some even participate solo.”

“Solo?”

“Yes. They want others to watch them get off, but maybe they don’t want to engage with another person or maybe their partner doesn’t want to engage.”

I place Mads’ hand at the hem of my dress as the man behind the glass removes himself from the woman. He undoes her shackles and stands her up, turning her and placing her on a round bed in the corner. He places another set of cuffs on her bare wrists, connecting them to hooks in the wall near the bed. She’s splayed out, her ankles spread far apart by the bar between them.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I drag his hand up my thigh, beneath my dress toward my panties. “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“It’s not my job to stop him and it certainly wasn’t my business to tell you what he was doing. For all I knew, you already knew.”

“Bullshit. You knew I had no idea.” I try to slide his finger beneath my panties, but he stops me, pulling his hand out from under my dress and turning me back around to face him.

“And what would that have done, Emery? Hmm? Would you have left him? Would you have been happy to know the truth?” He reaches his hand up and grips my chin when I attempt to turn away from him. “Look at me when I fucking speak to you.” His fingers grip me roughly. “You wouldn’t have believed me; you would have spit in my face and called me a liar because you wanted to believe that he was the good guy and I was the bad guy… didn’t you?”

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