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  I prayed she was right.

  Footsteps echoed in the hall. It took all my willpower not to look, to make sure it was Mr. Cartwright. It had to be him, and Shelly had told me to remain in that position until the dominant said otherwise.

  Mr. Cartwright stopped directly behind me. I felt the heat radiating off of him and the cologne he wore wrapped around me.

  Slowly, he pushed the door open and said, “Rise, slave.”

  I stood, still keeping my head bowed, but peeking up at him. I couldn’t help myself. Mr. Cartwright wore only a pair of black silk pajama pants, and involuntarily, my eyes widened at the sight of him. His muscular chest was on display and his toned stomach tempted me to touch him. My heart sped up as heat welled up inside of me.

  He was fucking hot as hell.

  A big hand touched the small of my back, the heat of it searing through the gauze of my lingerie, as he led me inside. He lifted my chin until my gaze could sweep over his playroom. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets then because the room was completely different from my expectations. I’d done my research on BDSM and knew what they meant when they said playroom. But I’d thought that it would a really bare place, a basement really, with ominous metal tools bolted to the walls.

  This place was something else entirely.

  The room was cool without being cold and had a vague scent that reminded me of rainwater. The lighting was dim, soft and subtle. I couldn’t even see where the soft glow was coming from. The walls were painted a deep crimson and the furnishings were black. In the middle of the room sat a bed covered in jet-black bedding with four posts in the same obsidian color. I’d thought the bed in my room was enormous, but it didn’t even compare to this one. Everything about this room screamed sex and it was so tempting.

  There was an array of things that I had no idea what to call. Black drawers—that I assumed held the toys that Mr. Cartwright liked to use—were along one wall. He nudged me further into the space until we were standing in the middle of it. Then the big man turned to me and growled, “Welcome to the playroom, slave.”

  Mr. Cartwright held his arms out, inviting me to explore the room. I walked towards one wall that displayed his assortment of chains, whips, and canes that were all lined up in neat rows, and wondered how it would feel for them to touch my body. I couldn’t help but let my hands run over the items while walking past them.

  “Oh my god, this could be used for pleasure?” was my soft question, turning slightly to Mr. Cartwright. A hand slapped over my mouth. Because Master didn’t say I could talk. Was I in trouble now?

  But he didn’t seem angry. Instead, the big man motioned to a long table in the corner. It was almost the same as the counter or table they use in jewelry stores to display items. But instead of rings and necklaces, the display table held cuffs, blindfolds, gags and some other oddities that I didn’t even know the names of.

  Then, Mr. Cartwright pointed at the four-poster bed and I realized there was what looked like a cage beneath it that I hadn’t notice before.

  A cage?

  What in the world?

  Why was there a cage in here?

  My eyes swung to meet those blue ones, a question in my eyes.

  But he nodded.

  “That’s right sweetheart. Everything we might need is right here. While you’re with me, these walls will be your entire universe. Are you ready for that?”

  I gulped, hardly daring to breathe.

  “Um, yes,” was my breathy reply, heart beating like a drum. I looked all around the room one more time then back at Mr. Cartwright. “But are you going to use all of these things?”

  The look on the alpha’s face was triumphant.

  “I will use them when I want to and when I feel like it,” he replied coolly, “and I will educate you along the way too. I’ll never use so many at once that it would be too overwhelming, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

  “What will you use that for?” I asked, pointing to a medieval-looking stock, painted in black to match everything else.

  “The pillory?” Mr. Cartwright asked smoothly. One big hand stroked the smooth wood which had three holes in it: clearly meant for a woman’s neck and wrists. “Again, I will use it how I choose to and when I choose to,” he said before walking me around the room again, this time pointing out and explaining about various items that were new.

  He told me what everything was called, how they were used, and also how they could make me feel. He described the slap of leather on my ass and the binding of rope on my wrists. In his deep voice, he sketched a picture in my mind of pleasure mixed with pain and I found myself aching for it to happen.

  What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t want this. I’m a virgin for crying out loud, getting paid for her time.

  But somehow, my heart beat fast, pupils dilating. Yes, I wanted to explore these things with Mr. Cartwright, and to let him bring me to the next plane.

  Plus, there were nuances. Because Mr. Cartwright explained that I wasn’t just there to submit and be punished at his will, but also to be pleasured by him. So much of this was foreign to me, but I found myself wanting to find out just how much pleasure he could give me. A throbbing had already started between my legs, begging for release.

  And by the time he was done, I understood what it meant to be a submissive and what this world truly was. All my research and everything that Shelly had explained didn’t have the same effect as when Mr. Cartwright gave—in explicit details—what we could do together.

  Oh god. Hot blood rushed to my cheeks, pussy pulsing down below. Could he tell through the thin lingerie? How my nipples pebbled and poked, how much I wanted him to touch me?

  I looked at the big man and waited for him to instruct me, but the alpha didn’t give me any directions. Instead, his gaze scrutinized me before turning to the obscenely huge bed.

  “I could cuff you to the bed and screw you relentlessly and you would be helpless,” Mr. Cartwright said, his voice deep and resonating to my core. “You’d be left begging for more, Kitty. I can promise you that.”

  I nodded as a tightness coiled in my center and my body flushed with heat. “I believe you, Master.”

  “Do you understand everything I’ve explained to you?”

  I nodded again. “Yes.”

  “Do you have any questions?”

  There was only one question that I was curious to know his answer. “What introduced you to this world?”

  His eyebrows rose and he looked surprised. What, did other subs never ask questions about his past? But the alpha answered, voice deep.

  “My friend John had been with a woman who was a dominant, but he realized he was less into submitting and much preferred being a dominant himself. Still, he learned some things from her and told me about his experience. I found myself wanting to know more, and here we are. You can learn a lot from other partners, your own preferences, and research, but it’s best not to go in blind.”

  “Is that why you explained everything to me just now?” I asked him.

  Mr. Cartwright nodded. “Yes. I don’t want you to come unprepared, Kitty. This world could be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re getting into. By the end of this contract, I want you to leave this apartment pleasured and educated about BDSM, and what it truly means.”

  My mouth snapped shut. Because when I first agreed to this, I had no idea about BDSM or this man who’d paid for a month of my time. But looking at him now, I knew it’d be okay. Mr. Cartwright cared enough to explain everything to me. He wanted me to know what we’d really be doing and he didn’t want to just punish me with pain. Plus, he’d cared enough to listen to my story earlier and to learn about my past. He was kind and caring in his own way.

  I could trust Mr. Cartwright.

  Deep in my heart, I knew I was safe with this man.

  “Is there anything else you want to know, Kitty?”

  I looked around his playroom one more time. At the pillory and the whips. The chains and
ropes. Gags and clamps and masks and all of things I still wasn’t sure of the names of.

  “Some of these things look like torture devices,” was my hesitant comment.

  Mr. Cartwright’s laugh suddenly echoed around the room, rich and deep and completely genuine. It made warmth fill my chest even if I wasn’t sure why he was laughing. “Why? What’s so funny?”

  A smile spread across the man’s handsome mien, lighting him up in a way I hadn’t seen before. It made my heart shudder before expanding a bit, beating fast.

  “That’s the same thing I said when I first entered this world and was brought into a sex store,” he said, grinning at me.

  “But they are torture devices, aren’t they?” I asked, still taken aback by how magnetic his smile was.

  He chuckled again, the rumble coming from his belly. It was a sound I’d never get tired of hearing. Only children let go like that, tipping their head back and enjoying it.

  He nodded at me and said, “Yes. Some are like torture devices, but trust me, they can pleasure you in just the right way. In the best way. Sex was always good before, but now, in this world, it’s amazing.”

  Mr. Cartwright looked at me with that smile again and for a moment, I wondered if it could be possible for a dominant to fall in love with a submissive.

  What? Was I crazy?

  I shook my head, scolding myself for the traitorous thoughts. Shelly warned me to keep my relationship professional. All the girls from the site were supposed to keep emotions out of the equation. The relationship between a dominant and a submissive was clearly spelled out in the contract. Sex and pleasure, pain and punishment, were all good, but no emotions. Falling in love would only lead to heartbreak for either party.

  And my life was already heartbreaking enough. I didn’t need more along the same vein.

  Mr. Cartwright smiled at me again, blue eyes dark.

  Oh god, he was so handsome. This man was joy and pain mixed into one, a combination of secrets and laughter that made my heart pump.

  I was in trouble.

  But this was only our first time meeting. I didn’t know him. Not really. It was just attraction. Lust. I’d learn about sex and this world of pain and pleasure from him for the month and that would be it.

  It had to be.

  My life couldn’t handle any more heartache, and especially not from someone as devastating and commanding as Connor Cartwright.

  Chapter Eight

  Connor

  She made me laugh.

  Torture chamber? The girl was just like me. That’d been my first thought upon seeing some of this shit.

  But it wasn’t just her words. It was the innocent expression. Most subs I play with are vets, they know exactly what’s going on. Kitty, by contrast, was new to it all.

  And I couldn’t wait to get started.

  Looking at her, I grinned. “Let’s go, Kitty.”

  Her brows knit together and she glanced around the room, confused. “What do you mean?”

  “Let’s move to your room.”

  “I thought you said we were going to get right to it?” Pink bloomed on her cheeks, making my soul stir, wanting her even more. It was adorable and sexy at the same time.

  “We are,” were my smooth words. “But not here. I still have a few things to set up anyway. Come on, follow me.”

  Just because we had a contract didn’t mean I couldn’t make this special for her. She was already worried about the BDSM side of our contract and, at least for her first time, I could help her be more at ease. Losing your virginity only happened once and she should be treated right for it.

  I opened her bedroom door and led her inside. Kitty looked towards the bed. “In here?”

  “Yes.” I nodded and closed the door.

  “I thought…what about your playroom?” she asked, confusion evident in those big brown eyes.

  “Why?” I smiled. “Did you my toys turn you on? Did the thought of my leather whip slapping against your skin get you wet?”

  She turned away, a crimson blush spreading on her cheeks and matching the roses I’d picked out for her.

  I stepped closer to her, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head to meet my eyes. Her innocence had my cock twitching in response. “Answer me, slave.”

  Slowly, she nodded and said, “Yes. It turned me on.”

  Beneath the purity that she exuded hid smutty desires. There was a vixen waiting to be set free and I was going to do just that.

  “Good. I want your pussy throbbing at the sight of toys,” I told her and watched as her eyes widened. “Now,” I whispered and touched her face, caressing her cheek and slowly tilting her face to mine again. “Let’s make your first time memorable.”

  My lips met hers, but Kitty stood frozen for a moment. I licked her top lip and she melted, opening for me as I deepened our kiss. As my big form drew away, the girl whimpered.

  My hands ran over her curves, greedily stroking that smooth skin. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you since I first heard that sultry voice of yours, Kitty?”

  She leaned into my touch in response, shivering as I trailed one finger down her throat and over the cusp of her breast before grazing her perky nipple. “Your innocence turns me on, did you know that?”

  I knelt and licked her nipple through the thin fabric of her lingerie, relishing in the way she shuddered at the sensation. Grabbing the lacey fabric, at her stomach, I pushed the lingerie open where there was a slit and kissed her navel. She tasted sweet and I couldn’t help but run my tongue around the small dip.

  “Did you like that?” I asked, staring up at her. Her chest rose and fell, breathing growing uneven. We’d barely even started. Fuck yeah. The brunette was responsive, very responsive, and I liked it.

  She nodded. “Yes, I do, Master.”

  I caressed the bones that jutted out at her hips. Definitely too thin. We’d have to do something about that. This girl needed a real meal.

  As I moved lower, her breath hitched and then stopped altogether when I kissed her clit and then gently bit it. “Oh!”

  I stood up and pushed the straps of the negligee off her shoulders. The lingerie slipped off and hit the floor in a soft whisper. Her breasts rose and fell in the most enticing way. Kitty lifted her arms, trying to cover her exposed body, but stopped herself.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to. It’s was automatic—”

  “I forgot to tell you,” I narrowed my eyes at her, “I don’t like it when my submissive is more talkative than me.”

  Kitty bit her lip, but I wanted it to be me biting it. I reached out and touched her chin and slowly pulled her bottom lip from her teeth with my thumb. “You’re tempting me to bite your lips.”

  I cupped her exposed breasts, massaging them in both hands. Kitty closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as I bent my head down, taking her left breast in my mouth. She moaned as I flicked my tongue against the bud of her nipple and whimpered for more when my teeth grazed her delicate skin.

  She loved this as much as I did and it made my cock grow even harder. With a small sucking sound, I released her breast from my mouth and stared up at her while trailing my hand to her pussy. Her panties were already soaking. Oh yeah, the female was wet and ready for me. With a growl, I ripped the flimsy fabric of her underwear, not even bothering to slide them off.

  I knelt in front of her, teasing her with a breath of hot air to her pussy and igniting a moan out of her sweet lips.

  “Clean and bare,” I said, looking at her shaved pussy. The aroma of her own scent mixed with the scent of citrus from the feminine spritzes wafted over me, enticing me to eat her pussy. “Good. Now, show me how you pleasure yourself.”

  She looked down at me, confused. “What?”

  “Show me how you make yourself come,” I demanded, standing up and looking at her with narrowed eyes. “Your Dominant commands you to do so, slave.”

  She opened her mouth to speak before looking away. “I don’t know how
to do that.”

  I tilted my head to the side. She was more innocent than I thought. I nudged her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed. “Lay down,” was my rough command.

  Oh shit. Because this girl was so innocent, and I was a dirty motherfucker. She was outmatched in every way, and didn’t even know it.

  Kitty sat on the bed and scooted until she could rest on her back. Gently, I put a hand on each thigh and pushed her legs open until she lay sprawled, naked and exposed, before me. I climbed onto the bed, between her legs, and touched her pussy, feeling her slickness coat my fingers.

  “You’re so wet, Kitty,” I leaned forward, whispering close to her ear. “So wet for me.”

  I traced my tongue down the middle of her breast, to her navel and then down to her core, enjoying the way her breathing hitched. She squirmed beneath me, trembling and shivering under my touch. Palming that sweet slit, I gave it a squeeze. “You fit perfectly in my hand.”

  She moaned excitedly, writhing and bucking her hips a bit.

  “God, yes!” she said, her voice breathy and full of desire.

  “Remember this, Kitty. Remember this so you can do it yourself. I like watching my women pleasure themselves.” I pushed a finger inside of her, surprised at how tight she truly was, and then slowly pushed another one in. She gasped and arched her back until her breasts were perfect peaks. I eased my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing on her clit. Keeping my hand on her wet pussy, I kissed my way up her stomach, licked her hard nipples, and bit my way up her neck until my mouth captured hers, swallowing her moans of pleasure.

  “Oh! Oh yes, Master,” she said with a whimper against my lips. I rubbed her clit faster, enjoying the way she moved under my touch. Her skin was silky smooth as I left feathery light kisses down her neck and chest. I captured her right breast in my mouth and grazed her nipple with my teeth. Her moans turned louder and her breathing grew choppy until she convulsed beneath me.

  “Unnh!” was her delighted wail, eyes squeezed shut as her pussy clamped and flexed around my fingers. “Unnh, oh god!”