Damon’s voice rumbled against my ear. “Bedroom. Now.”
Malik half-carried me through the connecting door. The bedroom was darker,black walls, king bed with black sheets, a single red bulb overhead. A padded bench waited at the foot of the bed; cuffs dangled from chains on the headboard. My stomach flipped in anticipation, nerves, raw want all twisting together.
They laid me face-down on the bench, wrists clipped to the legs, ankles spread and secured. Ass up, completely exposed. Cool air kissed my hole; I clenched instinctively. Damon’s hand smoothed down my spine, reassuring, possessive. “The safe word is red,” he said. “Use it if you need to.”
I nodded, cheek pressed to the padded leather.
The first thing I felt was the paddle, smooth wood, and wide. It cracked across my left cheek. S
