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a gift and not a debt?”
“Oh my God,” Jessica said, and sat down on the teak stool in the changing room. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be in debt to anyone.”
“Then you shouldn’t accept his money. Just go to work at the club and see Lauren when your schedule allows.”
“But that’s the thing, my schedule doesn’t allow that.” Jessica looked at the check in her hand, at the money that could change everything for her. “I’m skipping sleep to be here today, and I have to work tonight. I can’t do that all the time, I’ll turn into a zombie.”
“Do what you want to do.” Elisabeth stood and picked the orange juice back up. “Just go into this with open eyes, that’s all I ask. Don’t think this isn’t going to obligate you to Roman. Sooner or later, he’s going to find a way to get you to pay him back.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Jessica said. “Roman’s a great guy.”
“Well, I’ve never heard him described that way by anyone who doesn’t know him,” Elisabeth chuckled. “So maybe you know him better than I thought. Just . . . be careful. That’s all.”
“I will.”
Elisabeth left the cabana, leaving Jessica alone to think about what had just happened. But the walls were thin, and she could easily hear what Elisabeth murmured on her way out the door.
“Hope you like to be tortured.”
Jessica put her head between her knees, and breathed.
Chapter Five
R oman sat alone in his living room, grateful for the calm after everyone had gone home.
It had been an interesting party. The guest of honor had really done an outstanding job.
Jessica looked incredible lying over Mistress Lauren’s lap, getting that spanking. Her moans and little kicks of her naked legs had been so sweet. He had to experience that for himself. Lauren clearly could tell he was interested, or she wouldn’t have suggested he spank her new sub.
But why had Jessica declined? She had said, quite distinctly, “Don’t let Roman spank me.”
Roman groaned. Maybe he’d freaked her out by telling her he was a sadist. But he couldn’t help that, it was part of him. Still, anyone who’d been spanked by him—and there were a lot out there—would agree that he never pushed them past what they could take. Women rarely safeworded with him, because he carefully monitored their reactions to make sure they were having as exquisite an experience as he was.
Still, her rejection stung. But why? She was just a girl. A silly, pretty girl. And way too young for him, surely.
And yet . . . she’d agreed to come back to his house. She’d accepted his money, a substantial sum. Well, to her at least. So she was interested, in BDSM if not in him.
But if Lauren trained Jessica under his own roof, in his dungeon . . . then he’d have plenty of chances to find out how kinky she really was. And maybe Lauren would throw him a bone and offer Jessica the opportunity to be taken in hand by him at another time.
The image of Jessica, sweet Jessica, bound, naked, and cuffed to the wall of his dungeon flashed through his mind. His mansion was the epitome of modern luxury and design, but the dungeon was a purposeful nod to an older era. An era where real dungeons existed, and not those cheerfully called “playrooms” by the kinky-lite set. Yes, he went to his dungeon to play. But it was also the heart of his home.
It was where he’d fallen for Elisabeth.
No. Don’t think about her. No need to think about her. That’s over.
Besides, Jessica was a born submissive. She just needed to be trained. The way she innocently discovered her own wet pussy after that spanking, his heart about stopped. She was going to be able to work on that, to draw out more of her own arousal and find out exactly what got her hot.
Roman just wished he could be the one to show her, instead of Lauren.
He looked up at the television, which played an old I Love Lucy episode. He liked I Love Lucy , specifically the episodes where Ricky
“Oh my God,” Jessica said, and sat down on the teak stool in the changing room. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be in debt to anyone.”
“Then you shouldn’t accept his money. Just go to work at the club and see Lauren when your schedule allows.”
“But that’s the thing, my schedule doesn’t allow that.” Jessica looked at the check in her hand, at the money that could change everything for her. “I’m skipping sleep to be here today, and I have to work tonight. I can’t do that all the time, I’ll turn into a zombie.”
“Do what you want to do.” Elisabeth stood and picked the orange juice back up. “Just go into this with open eyes, that’s all I ask. Don’t think this isn’t going to obligate you to Roman. Sooner or later, he’s going to find a way to get you to pay him back.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Jessica said. “Roman’s a great guy.”
“Well, I’ve never heard him described that way by anyone who doesn’t know him,” Elisabeth chuckled. “So maybe you know him better than I thought. Just . . . be careful. That’s all.”
“I will.”
Elisabeth left the cabana, leaving Jessica alone to think about what had just happened. But the walls were thin, and she could easily hear what Elisabeth murmured on her way out the door.
“Hope you like to be tortured.”
Jessica put her head between her knees, and breathed.
Chapter Five
R oman sat alone in his living room, grateful for the calm after everyone had gone home.
It had been an interesting party. The guest of honor had really done an outstanding job.
Jessica looked incredible lying over Mistress Lauren’s lap, getting that spanking. Her moans and little kicks of her naked legs had been so sweet. He had to experience that for himself. Lauren clearly could tell he was interested, or she wouldn’t have suggested he spank her new sub.
But why had Jessica declined? She had said, quite distinctly, “Don’t let Roman spank me.”
Roman groaned. Maybe he’d freaked her out by telling her he was a sadist. But he couldn’t help that, it was part of him. Still, anyone who’d been spanked by him—and there were a lot out there—would agree that he never pushed them past what they could take. Women rarely safeworded with him, because he carefully monitored their reactions to make sure they were having as exquisite an experience as he was.
Still, her rejection stung. But why? She was just a girl. A silly, pretty girl. And way too young for him, surely.
And yet . . . she’d agreed to come back to his house. She’d accepted his money, a substantial sum. Well, to her at least. So she was interested, in BDSM if not in him.
But if Lauren trained Jessica under his own roof, in his dungeon . . . then he’d have plenty of chances to find out how kinky she really was. And maybe Lauren would throw him a bone and offer Jessica the opportunity to be taken in hand by him at another time.
The image of Jessica, sweet Jessica, bound, naked, and cuffed to the wall of his dungeon flashed through his mind. His mansion was the epitome of modern luxury and design, but the dungeon was a purposeful nod to an older era. An era where real dungeons existed, and not those cheerfully called “playrooms” by the kinky-lite set. Yes, he went to his dungeon to play. But it was also the heart of his home.
It was where he’d fallen for Elisabeth.
No. Don’t think about her. No need to think about her. That’s over.
Besides, Jessica was a born submissive. She just needed to be trained. The way she innocently discovered her own wet pussy after that spanking, his heart about stopped. She was going to be able to work on that, to draw out more of her own arousal and find out exactly what got her hot.
Roman just wished he could be the one to show her, instead of Lauren.
He looked up at the television, which played an old I Love Lucy episode. He liked I Love Lucy , specifically the episodes where Ricky
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