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released her wrists from the restraints, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief as he helped her to stand upright. She’d had sex in the club numerous times, but this felt so different. It was one thing to make a man aroused by spanking him; it was another to be aroused herself by receiving a spanking.
    “Come with me, Karina,” Brayden murmured in her ear before picking her up in his arms. “We need to have a little talk.”
    She started to protest, but knew it would be useless. This is what Brayden did. He punished, then he talked. He wanted to make sure she understood what she’d done wrong. Unfortunately, she knew. She’d ignored him, and she knew better. Had Brayden been right? Had she deliberately provoked him?
    If she had, why?
    Brayden dropped onto a couch in a darkened corner facing the room. He set her on his lap and leaned back so she rested against his chest. She started to fight him. She wanted up. She didn’t want to cuddle and talk.
    Brayden tightened his arm around her, holding her in place. “Be still,” he commanded.
    With a sigh, she resigned herself to the fact Brayden would force her to talk. Especially knowing about her past. It was the Dom in him, the protector.
    “Are you all right, kitten?” he asked softly.
    She nodded.
    “Words, Kay.”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
    “Why did you do that?” he asked softly.
    “Drink or provoke you?”
    “Both.”
    “I’m not sure on either. I think I drank because I was nervous. Same with provoking you.”
    “You know I won’t hurt you, Kay,” he whispered. “Why would my spanking scare you?”
    “I um…” She played with the button on his shirt, not wanting to look at his face. “How would you feel, Brayden, if the tables were turned? As a Dom, would you be comfortable in my shoes?”
    “Touché,” he murmured.
    He grasped her chin gently and tilted her face up toward his. He studied her with concern and compassion. His look was so different from the way a sub looked at her, and her first instinct was to turn away, but his grip on her chin held her in place. “What about the restraints? Did my tying you down bother you?”
    She sighed and pulled her face away from his grasp. He didn’t stop her as she laid her head on his shoulder. This was so much harder for her than talking about the rape. How did she tell him his touch was different, soothing, heated, and made her feel things she never thought she would?
    His heart beat beneath her ear in a steady rhythm, and she felt oddly comforted by the sound. Just not comforted enough to cover her embarrassment. “At first yes, then no. Your hands… They relaxed me.”
    “I see,” he murmured, and trailed the tip of his finger across her cleavage, sending a jolt of wicked awareness straight to her womb. “That’s good to know.”
    She felt his erection against her hip and swallowed. She hadn’t allowed herself to think too much about what they would do here. He’d asked her if she would be okay with him fucking her, and at the time, she’d told him yes, but now… Now that she could feel his cock pressing against her hip, feel his heat as it surrounded her, seeped into her, warmed her, she didn’t feel quite so sure. She realized after tonight that she could easily get attached to him.
    She’d always been attracted to Brayden, but… They worked together, so if they did have sex, how would it affect them once they went back home? Despite her fear of being tied down—despite her anger at him for actually spanking her—she’d never felt more at peace than she did right now. Even after having sex with her subs, she’d always felt as though something was missing. Was this it? Deep inside, did she want to be dominated?
    Brayden moved the tip of his fingers from her cleavage to the outside of her thigh. “What’s going through your head, kitten?”
    “What’s going through yours?” she countered.
    “Honestly? How much I want to throw you on the floor and fuck you