Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“Yes, Mistress.” His head turned up, staring at her with a worshipful gaze. “And if I please you, may I spend the night on the floor?”
He wouldn’t be on the floor for long. He would be in a privacy room with whichever Dom caught his eye and shared his sexuality. Which was probably why Kala had offered. Sometimes he thought she would never stop testing him.
“If I punish him, he’s getting rid of the Speedo. You know my punishment requires nudity from a sub,” he shot back. “It’s way more fun when you catch the dangly bits as they swing.”
She couldn’t shake his sexuality. He knew what he wanted and what he could give others. Some dude needed to get his ass whacked to feel complete? He was there for it. Someone liked to have their balls tortured? It was kind of like practice for what he was planning to do to Huisman, though he’d been far more careful with that guy than he planned to be with the doctor.
“The Mistress, please,” Mattie pleaded, his head going back to a submissive position.
He tilted his head, a gesture meant to honor her. She was the one who was truly good at this.
“You make it hurt more,” Mattie said with a happy sigh. “No one hurts me the way you do, Mistress.”
To Cooper’s mind it was code for something else. She gave Mattie what he needed and asked very little in return. She helped him without judgment. She was a goddess on the dungeon floor, benevolent in her controlled violence.
But for a moment, he saw that same hurt on her face he’d seen the night of the dance, her expression shuttering at Mattie’s words.
And then everything about her was a careful blank, from the look on her face to the tone of her voice. “Then I’ll have to do my best.”
She pulled her arm back and a hard thwack bounced through the room. They’d done something to the walls that made sound reverberate. He was sure Gabe could explain it to him, but he felt the sound as though she’d struck him.
Mattie simply groaned and took it like the massive pain slut he was. Cooper watched Kala, knowing he didn’t have to protect the sub. She could be mad as hell and never take it out on a submissive.
Why had she been hurt by his words? She often boasted that she was the toughest top in Dallas. Far better than any of the guys, and if they wanted, she would put it to the test. Of every aspect of her life, being a top was something she seemed most proud of. As if finding a way to serve her needs while helping others was her chief accomplishment.
What she didn’t seem to understand was she did that every single day.
He watched as she took Mattie through his punishment, the sub calling out the number of strikes. Loud at first, and then with tears dripping from his eyes. Finally in a soft voice that let Cooper know he was in subspace.
She finished with one last strike of the paddle and then stepped back. “You’re to go to Gabriel for aftercare. I’m in town for a few weeks, so expect that I’ll show up for an inspection of your apartment, and if it’s not clean in the way you have told me you expect from yourself, I’ll revoke your rights to The Hideout for a week.”
Mattie had rolled over on his back, a big grin on his face. “It will be clean, Mistress. And I’ll be more careful about being at work on time.”
Kala’s lips tugged up as though she couldn’t help herself. She genuinely cared about the subs they disciplined. “No, you won’t.”
Mattie laughed. “No, I won’t. I like this too much. It’s…it’s the only time I relax. Thank you, Mistress. I think I’ll forego the aftercare and find a hot Dom who thinks my pink ass is pretty.”
Mattie got up and strode out of the room with far more confidence than he’d walked in with.
Kala frowned. “It’s not pink. It’s red. When I beat an ass, it’s red. I get no credit.”
It had been a light red. Which was pink. But he wasn’t about to argue with her. He glanced down at his watch. Almost one. The Hideout had closing hours, but almost no one paid attention to them. They weren’t as professional a club as Sanctum or The Club. People would still be hanging out at four a.m. most nights. Though by then they would be up in the lounge drinking beer and playing board games or in the locker rooms watching movies or sports.
Kala always left early. Even when her twin and best friend hung behind, she would head home with the excuse of her dog needing a walk before bed. At two in the morning.