The Alpha Claims A Mate(23)

She stared up at him. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Was it…that kind of club?



Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt moisture soaking her panties. She didn’t bother to fold her arms over her nipples, which were swollen and straining against the fabric of her t-shirt, two sensitive pink nubs that yearned for Loch’s mouth to suck on them.



“I…” she was speechless.



“But if you don’t want to go in, that’s all right too. I would only want you to go in if you feel comfortable doing it.”



She swallowed hard.



“Will you be with me the whole time?” she asked, her heart hammering against her rib cage.



“Of course. Every second. I wouldn’t leave you.”



“I want to go in,” she breathed.



She followed him through the doorway, in a daze.



They walked down a long hallway, and inside, they stepped into a very large open room.



A room that was a dominant’s heaven. And a submissive’s too, for that matter.



There were padded benches and pommel horses and restraint stations of all type set up around the room. Chains dangled from the ceiling. On the walls were racks holding floggers and paddles and ball gags. The lighting was low and red-tinged. Music drifted from hidden speakers, an ominous instrumental soundtrack that Ginger didn’t recognize.



Muscular men in leather were enthusiastically punishing women who were tied down in various positions…and the women were moaning with pleasure.



The sheriff glanced over at her. “You okay with this?”



“I…yes. I mean, I’ve never done anything like this, but…yes.”



Her voice was husky with desire. She was surprised with how okay with it she was. More than okay. The idea of Loch tying her to one of those frameworks and caressing her with the leather tendrils of a flogger…she let out a small involuntary whimper of desire as she pictured it.



“I’m glad I’m your first.” His eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.



“Me too. I trust you. I couldn’t do this with anyone else,” she told him, looking around the room.



She suddenly realized that she recognized someone…Jax. He was stripped to the waist, revealing magnificent muscles. His partner was a beautiful redhead, naked except for a tiny g-string and a pair of spike heels. Her hands were tied together and stretched above her head, as she dangled from an overhead chain. Jax was standing back, flicking at her back with a rawhide whip that left red stripes criss-crossing her back.#p#分页标题#e#



With every strike of the whip, she let out an orgasmic cry.



Loch skimmed his fingers lightly over Ginger’s back, and she shivered and bit her lip, her breath quickening. “This way,” he said.



He led her over to a wooden frame that had metal rings fixed to it at strategic places, with ropes dangling from them, and he positioned her by two of the metal rings.



Then, he tied each wrist to a rope and adjusted them until her arms were stretched over her head. She was facing the wall, with no idea of what he’d do next. The anticipation made her shiver. She wanted his hands on her so badly, wanted to feel his muscular body crushing her up against him…



He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down until it lay on the floor, puddled around her ankles. She was wearing pink lacy hipster underwear that exposed most of her generously sized rear end.



He ran his fingers slowly over the skin of her right butt cheek, fingers lovingly tracing the ivory globe. Trails of pleasure sizzled in the path of his fingers, shooting through all the nerves in her body, down to her fingertips and toes. Her pussy throbbed with need. She bit back a moan and squirmed where she stood.



“You’re going to count out loud for each stroke,” he told her. She glanced back and realized that he was holding a paddle in his hand, and she tensed in anticipation. “If you don’t count, then the stroke doesn’t count. Got it?” His voice cracked through the air, stern and authoritative.



“Yes,” she whimpered.



Please. Do it, she thought.



“Yes, what?”



“Yes, sir.”



Suddenly she felt a sharp thwack on her right butt cheek, and felt mingled pleasure and pain sizzling through her body.



“One!” she cried out quickly.



“Louder. You get nine more strokes,” he said. He swung the paddle again, and she cried out, letting out a moan. “Two,” she cried out. He moved to a different spot and smacked the paddle onto her butt check. “Three,” she yelled, dancing in place.