Page 30 of Such a Good Girl

“I can keep a secret.” I flashed him a smile. “Promise.”

“Can you?” he asked, reaching out and grabbing a handful of my hair again. He pulled my head back, his lips coming dangerously close to mine once more.

I gasped and nodded, my gaze locked with his. “Yes.”

“Then, yes, Rosie, there is a secret club upstairs. But I can’t let you see it.”

“Why not?” I asked.

He tightened his grip on my hair, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. “Because you’ll need to prove yourself first.”

He brought his mouth down to mine, kissing me again, so gently this time that I could barely feel the brush of his lips before he pulled away.

“How do I prove myself?” The words fell from my mouth in a rush.

It was my first glimpse, the first recognition of a side of myself that I’d never knew existed.

Yes, I was doing my job. Whatever it took to get there, right?

But just under the surface, another need existed. The pain of West’s fist bunched in my hair, contrasted with his lips promising the sweetest, lustiest pleasure. I was lost in the sweet spot that existed between pleasure and pain, and I now knew I was hungry for more and more of it.

“Let’s play a little, ourselves,” West said slowly. “If I think you can handle it, maybe I’ll show you.”

I searched his eyes, his words tumbling around in my head. What did he mean by ‘play’?

That could be anything at all.

I considered asking for clarity. Setting boundaries. Safe words and all that, just in case.

Instead, I just lifted my chin and leaned into him, determined to do anything required to get the job done. If this is what I had to do —let West Foster have his way with me— then so be it.

“I’m down,” I smiled, leaning forward and kissing him boldly.

He groaned into my mouth, gripping my hair even tighter and grabbing my hip again, pressing me into him. The fact that West’s cock throbbed against my hip bone was not lost on me. I reached down and gripped it brazenly, reeling at the steeliness of its heat.

He groaned again, then ripped his lips from mine. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards the door.

My heart raced with nervous excitement.

I had no idea what was coming next, but somehow that only added to the thrill.

Instead of taking me to some secret entrance, he entered one of the private VIP rooms in the main club. I tried to hide my disappointment, because I’d already seen these rooms. I was interested in the secretive side of the club, which must have had a completely separate entrance that I’d not found yet. Maybe if I could get through this night, he’d show me.

After locking the door behind us, he walked over to a closet in the corner and opened it, revealing a plethora of sex toys and bondage gear.

I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to stay put and not flee. I scanned the room instead, looking for anything I could use to defend myself. Of course, I knew how to defend myself with nothing but my own body. I was highly trained. But any good fighter knows to never completely reject more effective weapons if they’re available.

“What’s your pleasure?” West asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.

“Um, I’m not sure, to be honest,” I said. “I’m a bit inexperienced. Like I said, I’m just intrigued, that’s all.”

He pulled out a long, fringed, leather whip, letting the strands of leather stream through his outstretched fingers. The gesture was somehow completely sensual. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the play of his fingers.

“What specifically are you intrigued about, Little Rose?” Closing the distance between us, he lowered his voice to a hush as he brushed the tips of the leather strands over my cleavage. “Bondage? Pain? Power play?”

I had no idea how to answer. My sex life up till now was as vanilla as you can get. Outside of a few light spankings from my ex who thought that made him ‘adventurous,’ and in reality, he was about as adventurous as a monk. Throughout our entire sexual relationship, he barely got off his back, preferring to let me do the work.

Already, this was much more exciting. And I hadn’t even seen West’s cock. Yet.

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