CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kristen tried to get her breathing under control as Devon held her tight against his body. He must think she’s an inexperienced wimp. She thought she could handle watching the Dom put clamps on his sub's n*****s, but as soon as the girl cried out in pain, something in Kristen flipped. It didn't matter that the girl was now moaning with pleasure. If Devon hadn't pulled her away from the scene, she was sure she would've vomited all over the place or, at least, passed out—which was so not the way to make a good impression.
She let him lead her to a sitting area closer to the middle of the room and was surprised when he sat in a wingback leather chair and pulled her down into his lap. The chair was situated so she couldn't see the scene which had upset her, and she knew he had
