Unraveled by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online

expect he’d see me in this club.
     And it’s not like he’s been here in months anyway, right? That’s information I learned
     from his missus, not club secrets. When he gets back, we’ll sort out the details.”
     She traced the edge of the black band around his biceps. “You’re security. A neutral
     party, according to Greg.” Those beautiful golden eyes of hers bored into him. “Why?”
    “I started out as a security goon. When Merrick changed the membership rules, he needed
     more proactive security. We all chose something that interested us. I trained for
     this type of club work with a Master who specialized in punishment. I’d already been
     working with Ronin on kinbaku and shibari.”
    “Are you any good with ropes?”
    When he took a breath to explain, he caught a lungful of her exotic scent. Damn her
     and the intimate web she was weavingaround him. He wasn’t some green submissive who easily fell under the spell of a Dominant.
     “Back up, She—Mistress B.”
    “Am I making you nervous?”
    “No. You’re making me late for my next scene. So why don’t we just agree to avoid
     each other at the club from here on out?”
    She immediately retreated. “Easy enough to find willing men to occupy my time.”
    Knox should’ve shut his mouth, but something about this woman just got under his skin.
     “The male subs won’t play with you if all you’re doing is beating them and getting
     them off.”
    “And you know that . . . how?”
    He didn’t. But any man worth his balls would want to get her off—why else would he
     subject himself to pain and humiliation if he didn’t get to put his hands and mouth
     all over her?
    “Knox?”
    “Maybe if you’re really nice someday I’ll tell you.”
    Whap
. The whip handle landed across his chest. “Or I could
make
you tell me.”
    “You think you can bring me to heel?” He laughed. “Gonna hafta grow a bit, kitty-cat.”
     He sidestepped her and started down the hallway.
    “You can’t stop me from watching your scene.”
    He turned and grinned. “Not me, but the Master I’m beating prefers privacy.”
    “Maybe I’ll request your services for next weekend.”
    His humor fled. “I don’t beat women.
Ever
. Not even if they get on their knees and beg me. Not even if they piss me the fuck
     off by insulting me.”
    “Knox—”
    “Drop it, Mistress. Find another toy to play with.”
    He walked away and didn’t look back.

CHAPTER FOUR
    THAT night Shiori dreamed that she had Knox strung up.
    His gorgeous, big body was spread-eagled in chains, muscular arms straining above
     his head, his ankles shackled. She’d tortured him with touch, first a feather, then
     a piece of sandpaper, followed by a Wartenberg wheel, a rubber flogger, and a square
     of silk. She touched every inch of him, even the bottoms of his feet.
    Then she touched him with her hands. Sometimes as soft as raindrops, other times using
     her nails.
    His cock remained erect; his heavy balls were tight in the harness.
    She’d had to stand on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “You said no man would want to
     play with me if I was just beating him and getting him off. So I’ll offer you a choice.
     I’ll give you ten lashes with the cat and then this She-Cat will give your cock ten
     lashes with my tongue before I jack you off.”
    “What’s my other choice?” he gritted out.
    Shiori moved to his other ear. One hand gripped his hair while the other clamped onto
     his ass cheek. “The other choice is you on your knees with that pouty mouth all over
     my pussy.”
    Knox turned his head and his mouth brushed her temple. “I’d rather be on my knees
     before you, Mistress. Let me serve you.”
    She’d dropped the chains on his arms so fast he nearly fell forward from the force
     of it. “I don’t know who’s more anxious for this—me or you.”
    He’d raised his head then, and those blue eyes blazed pure sexual fire. “I’ll prove
     that I am as many times as