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nipple
tightened beneath the heel of her palm. “You’re affected too?”
    “You’re only noticing now?” He
grimaced. “I’m usually a lot better at this whole dominating stuff.”
    “Seem to be doing fine to me.”
She smiled shyly.
    “I can’t keep my distance with
you.” Ryder lifted her hand again, this time to nibble her knuckles with enough
tenderness to melt her heart and any lingering flakes of frost caused by her
recent introduction to a world he knew so well.
    “At least we’re in this together
then.” Linley rose onto her tiptoes to ask for a kiss. It wasn’t often she had
to stretch to meet a man. The extra height he had on her tall frame pleased
her.
    Ryder obliged. He banded her in
his strong arms and plastered them together from chest to toes. His stiff cock
was trapped between them as they made out as if it were a limited-time deal.
Hell, maybe it was.
    What would happen after tonight?
    Linley swore she’d enjoy every
second until they parted ways. This could be her only chance to burn so bright.
    “We are,” he whispered before
giving her puffy lower lip one last nibble. “Now let’s get that fine ass to the
Basement so I can show it off. The sooner you march down those stairs, the
sooner we can apply for a room. You do want my cock buried in you in the near
future, don’t you, wildcat?”
    Grateful for his arm, which
snaked around her waist, Linley nodded. She adored how easily he turned her
knees to jelly. Everything in her strained to get closer to him. “Yes, sir.”
    “You have no idea what it does
to me when you call me that.” Ryder growled.
    “I think I have a clue.” She
glanced at the erection he sported. Thick, dark, and damp at the tip, there was
no mistaking his arousal.
    “Probably true.” The genuine
amusement in his laugh hit her again. His similar sense of humor turned her on
more than his not-quite-perfect good looks. The man ticked all her boxes and
then some. “Careful. The treads are windy and it gets darker. Let your eyes
adjust. I’ve got you.”
    He ushered her down the spiral
staircase into the Basement.
    “Oh, wow.” She gasped as the
night became a little more interesting, if such a thing was possible. Midnight
paint graced ornate wood. Red accents became the highlight. Instead of seeming
creepy, the ambiance lent itself to tucking closer to Ryder.
    He braced her as they leveled
out onto the dark boards of the flooring, covered in area rugs plush enough to
curl her toes in. Instead of the refined sexuality of the area above, the
Basement didn’t seek to sugarcoat anything. Leather seats directly faced
black-painted equipment on a stone wall that would have put a medieval dungeon
to shame.
    Cries of torture were absent.
But those of pure delight ran rampant.
    Transfixed, she watched a woman
writhe on a giant X leaned against
the wall. Two men alternated delivering light blows with a tool sporting wide
strips of some soft-looking material. “What’s that?”
    Ryder stroked her hair.
Patiently he explained, “The men are flogging her. It’s an introductory lesson.
The Master on the right has been training her husband. Eventually he’ll graduate
to a more intense implement.”
    “That looks pretty extreme to
me.” She wondered why it also turned her on. Moisture began to spill from her
pussy onto the tops of her thighs, making her slightly self-conscious. Could
Ryder tell?
    From his flared nostrils when he
glanced down at her, she guessed he could.
    “Don’t tell me you dislike the
idea. Does it look as if she’s enjoying herself?” Ryder gripped her chin and
refused to allow her to glance away from the pure delight on the woman’s face
as she stared longingly at her husband and the man he was willing to learn how
to delight her from.
    “Hell yes.” She sputtered.
    “All right then.” Ryder nudged
her forward with his knuckles between her shoulder blades. “Now wait until they
watch you take your first spanking. You’re going to