“Yep, there.That’s going to settle you down and shut you up.”
Her limbs felt like she’d just walked out of a sauna.
She couldn’t stop giggling and like her body had a mind of its own, she rolled to the side, opening her legs wide, even as she balled her fists up and her heart pounded.
“That’s later.”
The dangerous timbre of the tone made her shiver.
But another giggle slipped out before she could stop it.
She tried to cover her mouth, but her hands wouldn’t move.
They felt heavy, distant, like they didn’t belong to her but she couldn’t stop giggling.
So unladylike.
But neither are the things that her Master does to her… Ella giggled as her thoughts turned syrupy, pleasure spiking through her blood, a sweet memory rolled through her mind like a movie.
“This Club?Ella!Look at it, it’s magnificent!””
Are you sure people are going to come to a sex club owned by an old man?“ She gave him a cheeky grin.
“I’ll show you how old I am, slave of mine.Just wait till I try out every single piece of equipment in one night the weekend before.”Zee slung his arm around her waist and his breath was hot on her ear, making her squirm in his grip.
“Master!”
His eyes gleamed, and she knew he was serious.
“It’s gorgeous,” Ella breathed.
“You’re gorgeous.”
Zee lightly danced his fingers down her back, over her raised skin— a sore spot where his bullwhip had caught her thigh and still ached.
Zee had carefully applied ointment, but she insisted she was fine to keep going.
He had said he wanted her to test every piece of equipment in Club Bandit and, as always, he was true to his word.
The only thing they hadn’t done from their original plan was the viewing room on the third floor but she knew they’d add that down the road.
“Now before we open, it’s time for this.I can’t wait.”
That last piece of equipment sent a chill up her back.
“You can do it, dear heart.”
“No, it’s too much, Master.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, turned her head so she clearly saw the intense expression on his face.
“It’s not up to you, is it?”
She wanted to scream because no matter how much he wanted her to do this, no matter how interesting it would be to watch someone else get on that thing, she knew for certain this was going to hurt.
Not in the fun way.
This wasn’t what she’d consider “fun” or something on her try list.
