I saluted him with my beer, knowing damn well I wasn’t going to say shit to him about anything.
As long as Sabbath was in charge my lips were sealed.
Snyder disappeared a few seconds later, and the roar of motorcycles echoed outside my window.
I knew all my brothers were capable of taking the Crows down, but the thought of them leaving me behind fucking killed me.
I needed to take my rage out on someone. Part of me was seconds away from calling Keelie into the room and using her to quell my desire to punish someone.
But someone else had different plans, and a familiar body suddenly appeared in my doorway.
“What do you want?” I asked in anger, even though I had nothing to be mad at her for.
She quietly closed the door behind her and locked it, and I watched with wide eyes as she discarded her dress and fell to her knees, bowing her head before me.
“I’ve come for my punishment, Master.” Hearing the words fall from Shasta’s lips had me hard as fuck, and it made me wonder what changed her mind?
“You want to be punished?”
She nodded her head once, her big doe eyes almost breaking my heart as they slowly lifted, and I saw the unshed tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Why?”
“Because I need to erase this decay inside of me. You said when I wanted to feel real domination, I’d know where to find you.”
She held out her wrists, offering them to me like a good little girl.
“So here I am, Master. Punish me. Make me numb. Pleasure me with your pain. I’m yours to control...”
Chapter Fourteen
Shasta
I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I knew that this emptiness inside me needed to go away, and since Snyder was off riding into danger with Sabbath, Wasp was the only man that could help me.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I repeated, still offering my hands to him. “Punish me. Please, Master.”
He gripped his cock through his pants and took a step forward.
“Okay,” he said, looking at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. “But before we start, let’s lay down a few rules. First and foremost, I need to know your limits. How far are you willing to go? What are you willing to try?”
I thought back to Keelie and shuddered, knowing damn well I’d never be that ready.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Shasta, and before you freak out, just know, I would never put you in any situation you don’t want to be in. My sole purpose in a Master/Slave relationship, is to make you feel good. But you aren’t my slave, are you?”
I shook my head.
He gently grabbed my chin, making me look up into his eyes. “What are you?”
“Your little minx.”
“That’s right,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “And that makes what we have here something different. You see, when it comes to minxes I have to go slow. I don’t want to scare you away. I’ll work you up to the harder stuff, if that’s something you want later.”
I nodded. “I do want that.”
He laughed. “No, you don’t. Trust me, you aren’t ready for that kind of torture.”