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JAMES

I glared across my desk at Gemma. She fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. I had always known Gemma had a thing for me, so being on the receiving end of my anger made her extremely uncomfortable since all she ever wanted to do was please me.

And right now, I was extremely unhappy.

“I thought I gave you strict instructions to make sure that knife play was removed from my goddamn club?” I snapped.

She flinched. “I did, sir. I held a meeting with all dominants, and I even had a talk with each submissive individually.”

I tossed the local newspaper onto the desk. It slid across and hit the floor on the other side. “Pick it up and look at the front page,” I snapped at her.

She nervously reached down and grabbed the newspaper, her eyes widening in horror. My club was on the front page with a picture of the now-deceased woman and the man who killed her.

“I – I didn’t know,” she whispered in horror.

I slammed my hands on the desk. She jumped in fear, her eyes snapping up to mine. “Eyes off of my face!” I barked at her. She cast her eyes back to the floor. “Make it known, Gemma,” I growled. “If someone chooses not to listen to you, contact Adrian. He’ll let me know, and I’ll fucking take care of it.” I pointed a finger at her. “You had better warn them, Gemma,” I turned away from her. “You’re dismissed.”

I listened as she left the room, and once she closed the door behind her, I stormed out as well, heading up the stairs to my room. Emmaline was reading a book on her phone when I stepped into the room, but she looked up at my entrance.

Immediately, she set her phone aside and stood up, picking up on my mood easily. “Come on,” she softly coaxed as she grabbed my hand in hers and pulled me back out of the room.

“Little one, I really just want to be away from everyone—” I told her, thinking she was pulling me back down the stairs where I knew people would be.

“And you will be,” she told me. She led me up the hall and grabbed her key to the playroom from her pocket, inserting it into the lock. “You just look like you could seriously use a session.”

I grabbed the side of her head and pressed my lips to her temple, holding them there for a moment. “I have no idea what the fuck I did to deserve you,” I said quietly. I really didn’t, but I was damn glad I had her.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “You take care of me, and you love me, James. That’s enough for me.” She pushed open the door and walked inside.

Fuck, I loved how simple of a woman she was.

Once I closed and locked the door back behind me, she pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. I slowly took off my own clothes, watching as she bared her body to me before she dropped to her knees in her submissive position, her eyes on me.

She may kneel beneath me, but she was never below me.

“On the bed,” I ordered. “Chest flat to the mattress, legs spread.”

“Yes, sir.” She obediently stood up to her feet and moved to the bed, getting into the position that I told her to. I grabbed a pair of leather cuffs and pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing them together. I then grabbed a spreader and placed it between her legs, forcing her to keep them apart. Her body trembled. I smoothed my hand over her back, calming her nerves.

“What is your safe word?” I asked her.

“Purple, sir,” she immediately answered.

I trailed my fingers down her spine. “Good girl,” I praised. She bit her bottom lip. “If you’re reaching your limit, what do you say?”

“Purple, sir.”

I pressed a kiss to her right ass cheek before I moved off of the bed and grabbed a blindfold, placing it over her eyes and tying it behind her head. She licked her lips, her body quivering with anticipation.

She had no idea how much she looked like a fucking goddess at that moment. She may have been completely at my mercy, but this woman had me bound to her. It might have looked like I held all of the control, but truly, she held all of the power here.

I grabbed a bottle of lube and anal beads, a small smirk planting itself on my face. I wanted to hear her fucking screaming so loud that her voice managed to actually carry beyond these four walls.

She gasped in shock when I began to rub lube to her ass. She bit her lip, a small moan falling from her lips. I leaned over her, letting my cock hit her clit as I did so. She moaned louder. Fuck, I loved how noisy she was. It was the sexiest fucking thing ever.

“You like ass play, little one?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. A gasp slipped from her lips as I slipped my thumb inside her tight little ass – just barely. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed.

God, she was so fucking hot – so fucking sexy – and she didn’t even realize it.

I grabbed the anal beads and slowly slipped them into her ass, listening to her breathless little moans as I did so, relishing in each sound I drew from those perfect lips.

“This is going to be rough as hell, little one,” I warned her. “I’m not listening to your pleas. You’re going to take this like a perfect little girl. If it’s truly too much for you, you say your safe word,” I reminded her.

“Yes, sir.”

I slowly slid in her from behind, allowing her to adjust to both me and the anal beads being in her ass. Once I was fully seated inside of her, I then pulled out and proceeded to fuck her hard. Her hands fisted behind her back, both of our bodies quickly getting covered in sweat.

I gripped her hair in my hand and yanked her head back, fucking her so hard that my headboard was slamming hard against the wall, probably putting a dent into it. “Sir, please,” she cried, her body shaking beneath me, her body so slick with sweat that it was hard for me to grip her. “Oh, God, I don’t think I can come again.”

“You will,” I growled right as her tight walls pulsed around me, and she screamed. “Numerous more times,” I promised.

She sobbed, her body falling forward. I followed her down and gripped her ass cheek in my hand, a low moan sliding from my throat as her walls tightened around my cock again. “Sir, please,” she gasped. Sweat slid down from her hairline. “I can’t.”

I lowered my lips to her ear. “What did I tell you?” I growled.

She drew in a deep breath. “Purple,” she whispered.

I immediately stopped, pulling out of her. I pulled the anal beads out of her ass, panic clawing at my throat.

I’d pushed her too far. I never ever wanted to force her to have to use her safe word. I hadn’t thought I would actually push her to her limits.

I quickly pulled the cuffs and the spreader off of her before I pulled her up into my arms, holding her tight to me. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I whispered into her hair.

She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not your fault. It was hurting.”


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