“Oh. Really?” I blink. “And… no. I haven’t either.”
I was half expecting Mr. Mask to be a full-blown spanking expert. Especially with those hands and forearms.He looks like a man who’s made for impact.
“So I guess we’re both virgins, in a way.”
The way he says it—low, amused—sends a shiver down my spine.
There’s no shame in his tone. Just curiosity. Possibility. Like he’s casually floating the idea thatmaybewe try something together. As if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Nope.Not happening.
And then a voice cuts through me, cold and sharp:
Keith is probably hooking up with some random woman right now. And you’re the sucker.
My stomach turns. I want to leave. I want to crawl out of my skin. This place isn't for me. None of this is.
But I don’t want to seem rude. So I force a little laugh.
“Last time I got spanked I was four years old and ate all the cookies in the jar.”
He chuckles. “You’re a funny one.”
“That’s the truth, though. My family was God-fearing. We didn’t do much physical punishment. But wedidpack some serious guilt trips.”
“Well, this?” He gestures toward the scene. “This is a whole different ball game. She likes it. It’s giving her a high she’s never felt before.”
I watch the woman arch into the next strike, her mouth parting in a soundless gasp. Something stirs in me again.
“I’m Thor, by the way,” he says.
I glance over. “Is that yourrealname?”
He makes air quotes. “Of course not. Club policy. No real identities.”
I nod, playing along. “I’m Luna.”
I add my own sarcastic air quotes as I say it. “Fake sex club name engaged.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Luna.” I swear he’s smiling under that terrifying mask. “Glad we could lose our sex club virginity together.”
I laugh, heat rising again. I hate how easily I’m smiling around him.
“Do you know what the first rule of Mont du Marquette is?” he asks.
“What?”
“You donottalk about Mont du Marquette.”
I grin. “So you just come here to hang out? You’ve never… you know…beenwith anyone here?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. First time, like I said. I’ve never had sex in a club.”
“Oh.” I hesitate. Then, without warning?—
“I’ve only had sex with one man.”
Why did I say that?
