French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) by Maddie Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

average height suited his taller frame perfectly, he wouldn’t have to bend in half to speak in her ear or kiss her, and her head would tuck in just right beneath his chin. She was also all curves and softness, although he loved women of all shapes and sizes, hers was the figure type he preferred.
    The sadness in her eyes and the history Dex had relayed were a secondary concern. After three years spent alone, she hadn’t assimilated into the active group of subs at the club. She didn’t socialize before or after play, never left with a dom for the night, or with anyone else for that matter, and as far as he knew, had no contact with any of the members outside the club. She was a loner, isolative, and as such, lacked the support a BDSM community could provide.
    When Dex approached him to work with her this evening, he readily agreed. But this was more than a simple scene with a lonely submissive. The owner’s purpose in linking them wasn’t solely to provide a replacement, it was more specific. As a sadist, he could provide what she needed, but also as an intelligence expert, he could use his skill to learn more about what was going on inside this beautiful, yet very private and closed mouth submissive. That suited his own agenda for the evening perfectly.
    Arriving at their station, Arturo led her behind the velvet ropes, coming to a stop in front of the tall, imposing St. Andrew’s cross, the sight of which caused a tremor to run through her body as he watched her stare up at it. A small smile tipped the corner of his mouth, a bit of fear was perfect for a scene. Next, he’d see how she responded to gentle interrogation while under dominant intimidation.
    With one index finger, he tipped her face his way. As he searched her upturned face, he made his expectations clear. “I tire of having to repeat myself, sub. I expect prompt answers to my questions and obedience, is that clear?”
    She blinked up at him, her cloudy-eyed expression revealing how much his stern directive affected her.
    “Yes, sir,” she replied softly.
    “ Très bien. Let’s begin anew. Why have you been avoiding me, Mari?”
    “I wasn’t—”
    His warning frown stopped her. “Consequences for disobedience in your experience include what?”
    “Punishment, sir.”
    “And how was that carried out?”
    “Withholding pleasure, most often.”
    He arched a brow. “That is quite harsh. Were you not spanked?”
    She flushed prettily as she nodded.
    “I require to hear your lovely voice when you answer me.”
    “I was spanked, sir, but not often as punishment.”
    He smiled slightly in full understanding. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you, Mari?” A masochist would. “Still you have limits, I’m sure.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Some of which we will explore tonight.”
    “No!”
    His fingers tightened on her chin. She was out of practice to defy him so.
    “Um, rather, I have limits, sir. I didn’t think to bring my list since I have played with Master Reyn before.”
    “I hadn’t planned anything too extreme for a first session. However, since I haven’t had a chance to look at your file, we must negotiate, n’est-ce pas ?”
    “Yes, please, sir.” Her reply sounded relieved.
    “Just so, there is the matter of my question, first. And when I ask for a third time, which is unprecedented, I urge you to recall our discussion on disobedience and reciprocal punishment, and in light of the fact that further prevarication will be deemed as defiance, I urge you to answer carefully. Why have you avoided me, belle Mari ?”
    “Because I didn’t think we had the same interests. You’re a known sadist, sir.”
    “Yin and yang, a good match for the masochist that you are, oui ?”
    “Not anymore,” she blurted out, but then her eyes darted away. “I don’t want that. I don’t want pain. I like bondage and perhaps a light spanking, nothing more.”
    “So you say. Then why list it at all? Which you did, at first.”
    “But—” She blinked