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number three. The room was painted red and had a huge black ottoman in the center of it. I hadn’t bothered to explore the club any more than Rhys’s office, but it had been in the back of my mind that there was much more to it than just the bar.
    I looked up to Rhys with rose-colored glasses, due the amount of drinks, and kissed his neck. “You smell so good. Mmmm, did you miss me?”
    “I missed your pretty pink pussy.” He grinned, tossing me on the ottoman. “And maybe a little of that mouth.”
    I turned on my stomach and pointed the tips of my heels in the air. “I’ve been sore for two days, you know. I don’t think I’m going to be able to service you tonight, sir.” Another hiccup escaped me and I giggled.
    “I could just take it,” he said, throwing his jacket on the ottoman and loosening his tie.
    “I’m a little buzzed, Rhys. Don’t you think you should wait until I’m of sound mind and not take advantage of the situation?”
    He laughed as he unbuttoned the side of my skirt, sliding it off of me. When I was in nothing but my panties, he’d given me my answer.
    “What were the rules?” he asked, spreading me out on the ottoman on my stomach, pulling down my panties to just underneath my ass. He massaged my shoulders, placing small kisses on my back, trailing down to my ass before he took a mouthful of it. I was already soaked from Tara’s skillful fingers, now I was drenched from Rhys tongue.
    “What rules?” I couldn’t think with him stroking my skin, it felt so good. “Oh, the rules, no toys, no books, no other partners.”
    I felt the heat on my ass before the sound registered. He had just spanked me and it hurt .
    “What in the fuck!” The sober me would have realized this part of the evening was designed to test my ability to withstand a good spanking, the buzzed me wanted to punch the shit out of him.
    I rose from the ottoman and was brought back down by his hand flattening my back and pinning me down.
    “Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?” I reasoned, with every intention of using it as soon as possible.
    “How about stop?” Another hit on the same exact spot he’d just branded me on had me screaming out.
    “Mother fucker!” Another round of slaps had tears coming out of my eyes, but I refused to ask him to stop. I was getting what I asked for. This was all part of it.
    “So you broke a rule tonight. I can’t fuck you and I’m the one who’s the mother fucker?” He was amused. I could hear it in his voice. I had no skin on my ass and this was amusing to him. I glared at him over my shoulder.
    “I’m awake now,” I said, sobered from the pain of my seared ass.
    He sat at my feet, leaning over to soothe his handprints with his tongue, and I instantly forgave him, sighing his name. “Rhys?”
    “Yes, Violet?”
    I turned over on my back, sitting up at the same time to pull myself to him as my legs cradled his body. “I thought you wanted a kiss.”
    “All in good time. Should I feed you?”
    I waved off his concern. “No, I’m good. I swear,” I said, as my vision cleared and his beautiful face fanned the flames of my burning insides. I leaned in, wetting my lips. He refused my kiss, turning his head away with a tsk.
    “You have to earn it,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, tracing the other down my chest before pinching my nipple hard. I cried out to him in pain and he looked at me, unaffected. After I got my wits back from seeing his bared chest for the first time, I returned the favor, pinching his nipple as hard as I could. He didn’t flinch, instead I felt his erection grow on my leg. Holy shit.
    He pushed me back on the ottoman as he revealed his full chest, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He was cut and had a bare chest, which I loved. What turned me on most were the sharp indents of either side of his stomach. They were well defined and I gestured with my head, demanding to see more. He obliged, his pants falling to the