The private rooms. Alone with a Dom who could do anything. The rooms might not be monitored. Her stomach twisted.
“Not yet, I see.” Sir contemplated her for a minute, his fingers tapping her clit, never letting the excitement die. “You know, there is another bed in this place.”
She frowned, trying to think of where he meant.
“Hand me my toy bag, would you, Cullen?”
The bartender pulled a black bag from the shelves under the bar. “Sure you wouldn’t rather stay here? She sure is a pretty decoration.”
“I have a feeling she’ll be back someday.” After slinging the bag over his right shoulder, Sir plucked Beth off the bar and threw her over his other shoulder. She let out a startled yip, appalled to find herself head down, secured by his hands on her bare thighs.
A chorus of complaints cam
