She thinks I'm a monster.
Good.
"I expect answers when I speak to you, or I'll leave you on this cross all night," I threaten.
Blakely's lips tremble. Her eyes turn to slits.
All I want to do is kiss those trembling lips. The fact I can't only pisses me off further. I warn, "Is that what you want? To stay on this cross all night?"
"No."
"No, who?"
"No, Sir."
I repeat, "Tell me what you learned. And think before you speak."
She waits a moment, then says, "To follow the rules."
"And?"
She swallows hard. "Pleasure and pain can morph together."
"And how do you know this?" I ask.
Her face turns red.
"Well?" I push.
She takes a deep breath. "From what you did to me."
What I did toher?
Not what I did to Aria but what I did to her.
My cock turns hard again. I try to hide my surprise and ask, "And what did you learn from Aria?"
She licks her lips and admits, "That I have to wait to come until you permit me."
Her answers are so perfect I want to kiss her again. It gives me hope that all is not lost. I nod and walk behind her.
I snap several photos of her, bare-assed with my handprints in red, her gold bra still on, and her juices glistening in a streak down her leg. I'm so disoriented about everything that went wrong yet still right that I feel giddy. I almost send it to her father, then remember it's my personal phone.
I release the restraints and pick Blakely up, carrying her to a bedroom suite. I turn on the shower and order her to get in.
She hesitates, then asks, "Aren't you joining me?"
Every part of my body wants to, but I need to reestablish control.
"No." I turn and leave the room. There's no more sex with Blakely until she passes the test at the club. I can't afford any more mistakes.
15
Blakely
Istep out of the shower, and Riggs orders me to come to bed. To my surprise, his hair is wet.
"Did you shower?" I ask.