She barely managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir,” before he took her mouth and kissed any thought of defiance right out of her head.
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Music, beer, tie up a willing woman, maybe use a flogger lightly…should be a no-stress evening. Nolan King leaned an elbow on the bar and took a hefty pull of Corona to wash the sawdust from his throat. With his paperwork finally caught up, he’d been able to go on-site and swing a hammer with his crew. Now his back and biceps had the muted ache of a good workout.
The edgy music of Nine Inch Nails from the dance floor mingled with the hum of conversation from the scattered sitting areas around the huge club room. Above the background noise came the sounds of b**m play: the crack of a whip, a hand slapping flesh, screams and stern commands from one scene
