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Would there be consequences if they were found out? Yes. But as Morgan had said, how would anyone know?

He’d keep his hands to himself in front of Mason, and he wasn’t going to tell anyone. It didn’t sound like Morgan would, either. They’d spend an enjoyable week together, she’d get to ‘practice,’ he’d get to reward her the way he truly wanted to, then they’d go home, and no one would be the wiser.

Morgan pranced past him, shooting him a little look over her shoulder. Yup, finding out she could get a scene had changed her entire mood, and he couldn’t regret that. While he might not want to be a long-term Dom, the first rule of being a Dom was that the submissive’s needs came first.

She both wanted and needed this. It was his responsibility to give it to her.

Yes, and I’m sure Patrick would buy that line.

Patrick would never know.

“You have been a very naughty girl today,” Asad said with mock severity, stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him with a satisfying thud.

Morgan’s eyes widened.

“Me, Sir?” Sincere innocence shone from her face and eyes. She was a little too good at that.

“Oh, yes. You’ve been a little cock tease all day, and now, you’re going to pay for it.” He advanced on her, reaching for his belt as he did so.

Chapter Twelve

Asad

Sliding the belt through the loops of his pants, Asad doubled it over in one hand.

Morgan’s gaze followed the path of his belt, her little pink tongue flicking out over her lower lip in anticipation before she blinked and looked up to meet his eyes. The air around them felt different, as though they were standing in their own little bubble, the rest of the world outside the room separate from them.

He felt lighter, freer than he had in days.

“Oh, no.” Morgan pressed her hands against her chest, but a little smile curled the edges of her lips. “I didn’t mean to tease you, Sir. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s too late for that, baby.” He tapped the folded-over belt against his leg. The scenes he’d done with Morgan had never involved role play before. To be honest, he hadn’t really intended for it to happen this time. He’d been completely sincere when he’d said she’d been teasing him all day. He certainly wasn’t going to object to it, though. “Naughty girls get the belt. And you’re not going to make a sound while I do it.”

A shiver went through her, but it was one of excitement, not fear. Asad could tell. For Morgan, an implement like the belt was more of a reward than a punishment. Would it hurt? Yes. But she was a masochist, so she wanted it to hurt.

And Asad was a sadist, so he enjoyed making her hurt.

Normally, he would want to hear all the delightful sounds she made while he hurt her, but they were in a hotel. There was a club nearby… but the owner happened to be the father of another Dom whom both Asad and Morgan knew, so going there was probably not the best idea. This room was their best place for privacy, even though it would mean they needed to be quiet.

“Please, I’ll be good,” she whispered, backing up toward the bed, her hands clasped in front of her, upper arms pushing her breast together enticingly.

Little tease.

He barely managed to hold back his smile. That would ruin his ‘stern disciplinarian’ role.

“Then show me. Be a good girl and pull down your shorts and bend over the bed.” As soon as he gave the order, he could see the warring desire in her eyes. Part of her wanted to say ‘no’ and turn it into a force scene while part of her realized that was probably not the best idea when they were trying to be quiet in a hotel room.

Discretion won out, but Asad made a mental note. They would be able to scene again when they returned to Stronghold. If Morgan wanted a consenting non-con scene in the future, he would be happy to oblige. He doubted anyone else would, considering her background, but it made sense to him—he didn’t think she’d ever been allowed to say ‘no’ and still get what she wanted. Of course, it was a fantasy for her.

Turning around, Morgan made a show of reluctance as she tugged her shorts down and bent over, revealing a very cute pair of lacy undies. The white lace hugged her curves, the gusset damp from her arousal. Asad’s cock, already thickening, immediately hardened to fully erect.

Was there a part of him still worried this would all blow up in his face?

Sure.

But it wasn’t going to stop him.

Morgan had the right to decide what she wanted. As a good Dom, it was his duty to provide it to her.