âThank you for that, sir,â she whispered.
He chuckled, slapping her ass. âI suspect those legs might not be working so well at the moment.â
âYouâd be right.â She laughed in the sweet way that brought him so much joy. âThey donât.â
He brushed his hand over her face, moving the strands of hair off to see her better. âHow was that for you?â
âAmazing. My God!â Her smile was dozy, her eyelids were lowered, and her cheeks were flushed. âYou increased the intensity with the whip tonight, didnât you?â
âI did.â He grinned, loving the glorious twinkle in her eyes. âAnd you liked it.â
âI sure as hell did.â
He took the measure of her, resting his soft dick against the crease of her bottom. She looked well fucked and satisfied. âI love you, doll.â
âI love you, too.â She lifted up and angled her head to steal a kiss.
Nothing but adoration filled him as he allowed her to take his mouth. He liked that she knew him so well. The closeness they had was the one thing he hadnât counted on when he lived a bachelor life. There was a difference between a casual submissive and what he had with Presley. She knew when she could take from him and when heâd allow it. Like now, in the afterglow of his orgasm. And she, being a clever woman, used it to her full advantage. Sheâd often steal kisses, and he thought she liked to because it made her feel special. Only she could do that to him.
As he straightened to remove the spreader bar, he heard a voice next to him say, âI need to speak with you, sir.â
Dmitri turned, and at the shock of the interruption, he snapped, âOn your knees, sub!â
The young Club Sin submissive Sarah, who had turned twenty-three a few days ago, dropped to the ground in a heartbeat. Her head was bowed to the ground and her hands were twined together. âExplain yourself,â he growled at her. âAnd do it now!â
âIâm sorry for interrupting you and Presley, sir.â Her head lifted, revealing terrified brown eyes. âBut itâs important.â
Interrupting a scene between a Dom and sub in Club Sin was the greatest offense. Knowing that, Dmitri took consideration over Sarah, spotting the fear in her expression. He suppressed his further reprimand. âWhat do you need to say, Sarah?â
She lifted her hand, offering him an envelope. âI have something to show you. It canât wait.â
She shook her head, looking everywhere but at him. âNot here. Believe me, itâs private.â
Something fearful passed in her expression, raising Dmitriâs alarms. âSarah, look at me.â When she stared into his eyes, he added in a dry voice, âMy cock is soaked with Presleyâs cum and is hanging out for all to see. Youâve also just interrupted our scene. Show me whatever you have to. I will not repeat myself again.â
She hesitated, giving Presley a pained look, then turned to Dmitri again. âOkay, sir.â With shaky hands, she opened the envelope and handed Dmitri a stack of pictures.
He kept one hand on Presleyâs back, telling her to stay put as he looked at the photos. In that very second, he knew his life would never be the same again.
And that Club Sin was in grave danger.