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  He hadn’t? Alice wasn’t sure what to make of that.

  “God, I can’t believe you would even bother. It’s not like you stick around with anyone long enough for it to matter.” The woman holding the lead said and tugged it a bit tighter. “You’re a slut, Gael. And a bastard.”

  He snorted. “I never claimed to be anything else.”

  Memories of the muffin he’d brought her, the occasional coffee that would mysteriously appear on her desk, didn’t gel with the image he was projecting with these people. Yes, she had seen his edges, but he wasn’t as simple as he was making himself out to be.

  “I say take her to the cross. It’s the easiest way to see.” The other woman said, before she reached down and lifted Alice’s chin. “If you don’t want to, I’d be more than happy to give her a go. I bet she’d be good at eating pussy.”

  Alice gasped. No, no, no, he wouldn’t do that to her. Not after everything they’d said back in the room. Would he?

  Maybe he’d get off on seeing her with another woman? She’d be able to put a stop to things with her safeword, and yet, she wasn’t ready to end things. Not when she was starting to understand him so much better. Was this a Yellow situation? Maybe. God, she felt as though she was a kid trying to hang out with a bunch of teenagers. She understood the words, but not the meaning behind it all.

  “Cat, you’re entertaining, but no. My toy.” Gael grabbed Cat by the wrist and pulled her hand away from Alice. “Don’t touch.”

  “Fine. But I still think it would be good for her. You’ve always loved it when your subs went down on me in the past.”

  “See. A bastard.” The other woman tugged hard on the leash. “Come on. All this talk of pussy eating has made me horny. Time to whip your ass before you eat me out.”

  The man with them hadn’t said anything to this point. When the two women left he stepped closer. “May I?”

  Gael tilted her head backward so she looked up at the two of them. The man built big enough to scare the shit out of anyone. He didn’t touch her, but that didn’t matter. His gaze pierced her, and she suddenly understood that a person could be naked with or without clothing when they were looked at that way.

  “She’s an interesting one for you.” The man smiled at her before standing back up and returning his attention to Gael. “The cross is certainly an idea. The bench might be better though. Less in-your-face for a first time.”

  “I was thinking the same thing. More control that way.”

  “Exactly. Want me to see if Red has one free?”

  “I’d appreciate it.” Gael shook the man’s hand. “Thanks.”

  As quickly as the conversation finished, Gael was on the move once more. Alice was faster this time and didn’t fall behind as he walked through the crowd. Not knowing where they were going or what he had in mind meant she didn’t have time to panic. She was running on instinct and blind trust, something she hadn’t done in years.

  The first thing she realized when Gael stopped once more was that she hadn’t been registering the sounds of the club. She’d been so keyed up and tuned into him that her brain hadn’t been able to process the confusion swirling around her. Now that they’d come to rest and she’d gotten into position once more, it felt as if a bubble popped inside her ears, opening her up to the noises around them.

  The crack of a whip was the first thing that broke through. Alice snapped her head back so she was able to see where Gael had brought her. What he’d expected her to pay attention to.

  Fingers once more in her hair, directing her where to look—up at a giant cross.

  “This is what they were suggesting I should do to you. Have me strap you to that so I can play with you. Your body at my mercy. I want you to stay here, watch. Learn what it really means to be submissive. I don’t want you to look away, no matter what you see. You are not to get up, to squirm, nothing. I will get you when I’m ready.”

  He nipped the top of her ear and then was gone.

  Leaving Alice alone and naked in a sex club.

  Oh great. Thanks for that.

  The man on the platform had in his hands something Alice could only imagine was a type of whip. The handle was long and looked to be wrapped in some sort of leather. The tail was a single, thin piece, though it wasn’t as long as some of the whips she’d seen in the movies over the years. No Indiana Jones punishments going on here. Though the man would totally rock the hat...

  The woman was strapped to the cross, her front to the wood and her ass exposed for everyone to see. Long red marks crisscrossed across her back and over her ass and thighs. A sheen of sweat covered her, making her skin glow in the lights of the club. Clearly they’d been at this for a while.

  The man was still completely dressed—leather pants, a black T-shirt and boots—an oddly beautiful contrast to the woman’s bareness. He was speaking, but low enough that Alice couldn’t hear his words. Not that she should, as they were clearly meant for his woman alone.

  Did he consider her a toy? Or was there something deeper between them?

  The man stepped back and snapped the whip twice against her. The woman cried out, her legs beginning to tremble. Two more marks joined the others, making her skin more red than white. The man moved to her side and ran his hand down across the new additions. Alice could almost feel the gentleness of his touch. It must be maddening to have such different sensations at odds with each other in the same spot. Unlike Gael, this man carefully moved the woman’s blond hair to the side, exposing her neck. He rained kisses across it and down to her shoulders.

  It was the most arousing thing Alice had seen in ages.

  When he took the handle of his whip and pressed it to her pussy, Alice had to resist the urge to let her hands do the same thing to herself. Fuck, she hadn’t been this turned on before in her life. It felt wrong to watch two people who were clearly about to have sex, and yet, it was liberating. She’d been given permission to be bad, to look, see something normally private between two people who clearly had a deep connection. Maybe she was a closet voyeur.

  The man was standing in profile, making it easy for Alice to see the mischievous expression on his face. The soft smile on his lips deepened as he pressed the handle into her pussy. His face lit up as he began to fuck her with the whip, and the look on his face could only be described as worship.

  The woman somehow managed to bow her back and the tendrils of her hair fell across her skin to cover up the man’s handiwork. It gave Alice a peek at her face and the look of bliss that she wore. Alice’s breathing became labored, and her skin tingled as the intensity of the scene before her increased. The woman was close to orgasm, she could tell. Alice wanted to come too, needed to relieve the pressure between her thighs so she could think straight once more.

  Instead of giving in, Alice squeezed her fingers together even tighter. Gael wouldn’t want her to get herself off. That was his job and only to be done on his time line. For now, she’d have to settle for watching this man and woman reach their bliss.

  Which, thankfully, was coming to a head.

  The soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure as the man increased the pace of the thrusts into her pussy. He slipped his free hand between her body and the cross at her breast, and Alice had no doubt that he was now tormenting her nipple in the same unrelenting way he was fucking her. He leaned close to her once more and whispered something. The woman threw her head back and screamed.

  God, she’d never seen anyone come that hard in her life.

  Her orgasm seemed to last forever, before the woman finally slumped against the cross. The man tossed the whip aside and went to work getting her down, taking time to rub each of her limbs as he freed it. He helped her get to her knees and for a moment Alice thought everything was finished.

  Until he worked the front of his pants open and pulled out a rather impressive cock.

  The woman’s face was now clearly visible, and she appeared to be beyond active thought. The almost-stoned expression on her fac
e would have been funny if she wasn’t looking up at the man with complete adoration. The woman didn’t move except to open her mouth and stick out her tongue as he began to stroke his cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close as his hand flew across his shaft. It took no time for the first spurts of come to splash across her cheek, nose, across her lips and waiting tongue. Finally, they both were spent and the man pulled her to her feet. They stumbled away from the cross, leaving it available to someone else to use.

  Wow.

  Just...wow.

  Alice’s body was trembling. Could she do something like this? Let Gael tie her up in such a public location and whip her? Would she enjoy the pain before she got to the pleasure?

  In a sense, the answers to any of those questions didn’t matter. She’d promised Gael that she’d trust him for one night. That she’d let him lead her down this strange path in a place she’d never imagined herself being in before. For once in her life, Alice was going to take the chance and act on her impulse. She was going to simply let go.

  With her mind wandering, Alice hadn’t realized that someone was now standing behind her. She’d too fascinated with the next couple who’d taken possession of the cross—two men—to be completely aware.

  That was, until a hand found its way into her hair and tugged her head back.

  The next stage of her trip to Wonderland was about to take form.

  Chapter Eight

  “You better have been a good girl. I wouldn’t want to extend your punishment beyond what I need to do to teach you how to submit.”

  The meaning of his words escaped Alice, as her mind was currently nothing more than a swirling mess of goo. Her body was a torrent of sensations—nipples aching, pussy soaked, back tingling—and the rest of her senses seemed to be overloaded. Still, when Gael ran his hand from her hair, down the side of her face to cup her cheek, Alice could only think of one thing to say.

  “Please.”

  Because she was looking straight into his eyes, it was easy for her to see the shift in his demeanor. She’d been getting to know him for a few months now, and he prided himself on his professionalism. He didn’t let his emotions rule his reason in any situation. That same level of control was in play now and probably the most important thing to him as a Dom.

  The fleeting look on lust and desire flood his face betrayed he was as affected by what was going on as she was. Sure, he’d been vocal about not wanting anything more than sex, but she got the impression Gael wasn’t being entirely truthful with himself.

  Alice took a chance and unlaced her fingers. She slowly reached up and covered his hand with hers, knowing it was going against every rule he’d set up for her.

  “Please.” She whispered, knowing he’d not only be able to hear her, but would understand exactly what she was looking for.

  Gael’s expression quickly went back to the blank look she’d grown accustomed to seeing tonight, and his grip tightened on her.

  “Get up and follow me.”

  There was no thought process involved as Alice scrambled to her feet and tried to do what he told her. When she stumbled and swayed as the blood rushed from her head and her legs were assaulted by pins and needles, Gael reached out and caught her. Heat from his body enveloped her and she couldn’t pull herself away from him. This was the closest she’d ever been with him. They didn’t fit perfectly, but given enough time she’d be able to work her way into place.

  Gael’s grip tightened around her, holding her still. “Slowly. This isn’t a race, and I don’t want you getting hurt unnecessarily.”

  She wasn’t sure, but he’d spoken the words so close to her cheek his lips brushed the skin in what could have been a kiss. But kissing and affection weren’t what this was supposed to be about. He’d been more than clear on what his expectations were.

  No love.

  No romance.

  Only sex and just for one night.

  Alice took a deep breath and slowly moved herself away from the one place she wanted to be. “Yes, Sir.”

  Gael held her gaze for several heartbeats before he took her by the wrist, turned, and led her through the club over to a bench. At least Alice thought it was a bench.

  “Now that you’ve seen what can happen, it’s time for you to experience things. This isn’t a game, though I do enjoying playing.” Gael moved to the side of the bench and patted the flat part. “Lay down. Legs here, arms here, face over this edge.”

  Not wanting a repeat performance of her stumble, or taking the chance of landing on her face, Alice was sure to move carefully while she got into position. The leather on the bench was cold against her naked body, sending shivers through her as she arranged her limbs. It wasn’t as intimidating as what she’d seen with the cross. There was no stage here, and with her face pointing down she didn’t have to worry about coming eye to eye with anyone. She wouldn’t be able to see Gael either, but that probably was for the best, as well. By now she had no doubt her face was flushed and her short-lived bravery had quickly morphed into embarrassment. Why the hell would he want to look at her ass?

  Okay, dumb question.

  Finally in place, Alice tried to relax. Yeah, not happening.

  “Sir?” She probably shouldn’t talk, but come on, she had been pretty good up to this point. And he had told her she could ask questions when she wanted. “What will you be doing to me?”

  Gael said nothing. She tried to stay still and wait as he moved around her, not giving her any indication of what was happening. It was the hardest thing she’d done in years. Somehow she managed not to jump when he took her ankle and began to wrap something around it. Metal clinked softly. He was putting some sort of restraint on her. When he moved on to her other ankle, Alice tried to move the first one. No give to it at all.

  Okay...this was heavy.

  Safeword. All she had to say was Red and she was out of here. Out of the restraints. Out of the club.

  Out of Gael’s personal life.

  But was being in his life worth doing something like this if it really wasn’t what she wanted? He’d been clear with her from the start that this was a part of who he was. It explained why he’d tried to scare her off back in the elevator as well. She had to do this for the right reasons—for herself and not just for him—if she was going to appreciate what he was trying to teach her. This was an opportunity for her to go down a different path, to be the master of her own fate, even if it meant putting herself into his hands.

  Alice groaned, squeezed her eyes shut and mentally counted backward from ten in a vain attempt to relax.

  He moved to the front of the bench and repeated his earlier actions, this time to her wrists. Alice looked up at him, trying to read something into the look of concentration she saw there. For his part, Gael seemed to ignore her movements. Until she was completely secured to the bench and no longer able to move.

  Alice wanted to close her eyes and simply let the sensations wash over her, but every time she tried, some noise or feeling would have them fly open once more. God, she hadn’t been this jumpy since the first time she’d gone on stage for her first preteen pageant. She’d been self-conscious about her weight, her acne, the growing swell of her breasts. Her mom had pushed her to do it, claiming the experience was exactly what she needed to come to terms with the changes in her body.

  Too bad that particular outcome hadn’t gone the way they’d both hoped.

  “You find it hard to sit still and simply be. I suspect your mind is moving a thousand miles a minute too. Calculating, planning, and organizing people and things into a list that you can tackle.” It wasn’t a question. Gael ran his finger down her spine from her neck to her ass. “Even when you’re at work sitting at your desk, you’re always in motion. Tapping your foot or playing with a pen. Do you know how many times I wanted to tie you down?”

  Alice jerked against the restraints, but it was no use. He’d secured her so tightly there was no way she’d be able to get off this bench without his h
elp.

  Gael repeated the path of his finger, this time using his whole hand to caress her spine. “I knew your body would be perfect. Your skin flawless.” He cupped her ass with both hands, squeezing hard. “I watch your ass every time you walk away from me.”

  Alice groaned, turning her face down. Her face was hot as her embarrassment ramped up. She’d no idea he’d been paying that much attention to her. Almost as much as she had to him.

  “You want to know what it’s like to be a sub? To be my sub and live with me in this world?” He squeezed her ass again. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I want to know.” It was hard to breathe, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face. “I need—”

  The slap to her ass came as a complete surprise. Alice cried out and tried to move her hands to cover herself against further attack. The restraints held fast, tightening against the pull of her muscles. “Ouch!”

  “Quiet!” Another slap, but this time it wasn’t so hard. “You wanted to know. Now you’ll learn.”

  She was shivering from the two spanks. What the hell had she gotten herself into? That had hurt! And yet, the initial sting was already melting away, leaving in its wake an odd sensation that made her aware of the air that touched her skin. She could feel the blood rising to the surface of her ass, and could only imagine the shade of pink her skin would be turning.

  “Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. Your body reacts to both in similar ways. Pleasure can get to a point where it can grow uncomfortable. Likewise, pain can make your body sing with delight. The pain needs to be given to you in the right manner.”

  Instead of a spank, Gael pinched the skin of her ass. It didn’t hurt the same way the spank did. If anything, the sensations weren’t strong enough to cause her to stir at all.

  “You wanted to learn. I’m here to show you, teach your body how to enjoy the pain and how to turn it into pleasure. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want to go back to vanilla.”

  Oh. Shit. “But...you said...”