The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(49)

"I shouldn't have—" I put my fingers over her lips.

"You were perfect. We'll talk in the morning. Go to sleep." I leave the room, grab my phone out of my pants, and return to the playroom.

"Is she okay?" Blakely asks.

My thoughts spin out of control. My worries and fears take hold. I shouldn't have let so much time pass without checking in on Aria. I should have known something was up when I hadn't heard from her in a while. But most of all, I'm two steps away from losing my pet. There's too much to do and not enough time. It's clear Aria isn't in any frame of mind to properly train Blakely.

I step closer, stating, "What did you learn tonight?"

Horror fills her expression.

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 to her?

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





I step out of the shower, and Riggs orders me to come to bed. To my surprise, his hair is wet.

"Did you shower?" I ask.

"In the other one," he reveals, and motions to the pulled back covers.

I slide under them, and he follows, then turns the light out. Dark silence ensues. He stays on his side, away from me, and I finally can't handle it anymore.

I whisper, "Riggs?"

"Hmm?"

"Is this still considered playtime?"

Tension builds between us. He finally answers, "No."

I move closer and wrap my arm and leg around him.

He freezes, asking, "What are you doing, Blakely?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" I retort.

He turns on his back but keeps his arm around me. He accuses, "Did you forget rule seven again?"

I taunt, "No. Did you forget what the contract states? Or maybe you didn't read it?"

He grunts. "I can assure you I know each word by heart. Are you trying to get punished?"

I take my finger and drag it between his pecs. "Nope. I haven't broken any contract rules."

He grabs my hand and through gritted teeth, demands, "What's rule seven, pet."

I recite, verbatim, "Rule seven. The sub will not touch the Dom unless granted permission. Failure to obey will result in a punishment."

Riggs twists my hair around his fist and asks, "What part of that rule don't you understand?"

"I understand all of it," I claim, sliding my foot against his inner calf.

His body tenses. He releases my hair, stating, "Seems to me like you don't."

"Oh, I can assure you I do. The one who doesn't comprehend what they read is you," I chirp.

He sighs. "Okay, Blakely, I'll bite. In what way do I not understand the contract?"

I slide on top of him and run my fingers over the side of his head. I state, "It's under the section titled, Rules of Engagement During Playtime. You just stated this isn't playtime. So the rules don't exist. I can touch you all I want."

He holds his breath, his eyes turning to dark slits as the whiteness disappears.

I widen my legs so my knees hit the mattress next to his hips. I graze his shaft with my wet pussy, slowly teasing it, leaning into his ear and whispering, "Do you know what I thought about while restrained to the cross?"

His breath turns ragged. His hands move to my hips, and his fingernails dig into my skin. He tries to hold me still, but I still manage to shimmy over his hardening erection.