in you, in your manner, in your composure. Find your own groove, use your imagination, and you’ll find your own way.”
I nodded, brain still reeling.
“We’ll send Missy in,” he said. “I think she’ll be keen to see you.”
I fucking hoped so.
***
Sophie
My heart leapt as Masque and Cat arrived at the bar, but Callum wasn’t with them. Masque ordered their drinks, pretending to be oblivious to my questioning stare. I had to reach for him, pulling him close with more urgency than I’d intended.
“Where is he?”
“In playroom four,” he said, simply. “Waiting for you.”
“What happened? Why couldn’t I come?”
He stared at me, and it was right about then that I realised how fucking nervous I was, how jealous, how fucking sick to my stomach. “A submissive has no business seeing her dom when he’s exposed in that way, Missy. I showed Callum a few pointers, and he took to them. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the result.”
“Did he... um... did you...?”
His mouth curled into a smile. “There was no sex, if that what you mean. Nothing of the kind. Please give me some credit, Missy.”
I could hardly contain the relief, it washed over me in a wave. “Callum knows I’m coming?”
“Of course. I’ve a feeling it will be a little explosive.”
“Why did you do it?” I quizzed. “Whatever you did, I mean.”
“Maybe I’m getting sentimental in my old age,” he laughed. “Or maybe I just felt like it.”
I stood to leave, excitement burning, stopping only to plant the softest kiss on his jaw. He took my hand in his, squeezed it tight.
“He’s a good lad, Missy. He’ll make a fine dom. Don’t lead him on, though, if he isn’t what you want. If you aren’t the one to give him the chance he needs, just do him a favour and walk away.”
“I’m not playing him,” I said.
“I know you’re not. It’s not your style,” he pressed his forehead against mine, just for a moment. “Just be sure, or let him go.”
I had no answer for him, and he didn’t expect one either.
I left them to it, Cat and Masque and Raven and Cara, and everyone else I knew so well in that place. My heart was already out of there, beating only for the dirty bad savage in playroom four.
He was pacing the room, hands in his hair. His hoodie cast aside, his t-shirt too. His beautiful skin was flushed, and he was hot, frantic, burning up. The room smelt heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, and him. I closed the door behind me, feeling so exposed that my legs started to shake. He had that wild glare in his eyes, the one that had driven me crazy, right from the beginning.
His gaze fell on me, and stayed there.
“Masque said to come in...” I stammered.
There was something different about Callum Jackson now. He looked taller than before, head high and shoulders back. His jaw was set like concrete, lips thin and deadly. Like Masque. He looked like Masque. Shivers danced up my spine, and I was nervous, really fucking nervous.
When the savage pounced I was unprepared. He took me by surprise, lunging without warning, clammy hands on my neck, his mouth hot and wet over mine. His lips suppressed my gasp, tongue forcing its way inside my mouth to wrestle mine into submission. He pushed me backwards without breaking the kiss, and I let him dance me across the playroom. The bulk of the flogging bench stopped me in my tracks, but Callum was prepared for that. He flipped me in a heartbeat, bending me with so much force that my cheek slapped hard against the leather.
“Hands above your head,” he barked.
I did as instructed, wriggling to help as he yanked my dress up and over. He unclipped my bra, wrenched it out from under me, then yanked my panties down until they were bunched by my knees.
His spanking was merciless, the heavy thud of his palm jamming my thighs into the bench with every strike.
“Oh God...” I wheezed. “Yes. Like that!”
His hand plunged between my thighs, finding me so fucking wet for him. He slid his thumb inside, fingers curling round to grind my clit.
“Yes, please!”
“Shut up, Sophie, shut the fuck up,” he growled. “I say what, I say when, I say fucking how.”
He resumed my spanking, and I stayed quiet, gripping the side of the bench as he landed his palms all over my ass, my thighs, even the swollen wet lips of my pussy. I didn’t care