Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

“What? At all?” He’d known she hadn’t played, but she hadn’t even been into the dungeon?

She shrugged. “I had a tour when I was first hired. But I haven’t been since. Not much point when I wasn’t going to play.”

“You done a negotiation?” Joe asked. “Got a safe word? You know her limits? Because you haven’t asked to see her contract.”

“We haven’t discussed what sort of scene we’re going to do,” Connor replied, reminding himself to hold onto his temper. Joe was just doing his job. Even if he seemed doing it a bit more thoroughly than usual. He turned to Ria. “You filled out a contract?”

She sighed. “I had to. I listed my limits on there, but I didn’t really fill it out properly as I had no intention of coming in here.”

He frowned down at her and glanced up at Joe to find he was doing the same.

“That wasn’t right, Ria,” Joe rumbled.

Even though he agreed with him, Connor sent the other man a look. The minute she’d agreed to this scene, she’d become his. Temporarily. But he’d be the one to deal with her.

“Ria, even if you had no intentions of playing, you still should have filled that contract honestly,” he told her. “It’s there to keep you safe. And to make sure your Dom doesn???t unintentionally cause you harm.”

She sighed. “Fine, I’ll fill it in properly tomorrow, all right?”

Joe didn’t look pleased.

“We’re only doing some light play tonight,” Connor reassured him. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on her.”

He pointed at them both. “Fine. But I will be watching. No privacy rooms. And I want some punishment dished out for her lying.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You did when you handed over that contract and said it was all filled in correctly,” Joe pointed out.

“Darn it,” she muttered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that too,” he told Joe before drawing her away. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to take a walk around first.”

She was stiff against him, and when they were out of earshot of the big Dom, she glanced up at Connor. “You’re not really going to punish me, right?”

He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her. “Have you already forgotten all your training? I reminded you once already what to call me.”

She flushed red. “Sorry, Sir. You’re not really going to punish me, are you?”

“You think it’s okay for subs to deliberately not fill in a contract correctly? To mislead their Doms. To lie. What do you think would happen to another sub, who wasn’t employed by the club?”

“They’d be kicked out?” she guessed.

“Correct. Bet they’d rather be punished, wouldn’t they?”

She swallowed heavily. “What will you do?”

A perverse part of him wanted to play with her a little. He continued to lead her into the main area of the dungeon. There were a number of other rooms. Some were private, others were there for anyone who wanted to play or watch. A suspension room for tying your sub up and making them fly. A medical room, with a bed you might find at your doctor’s office, except for all the added attachments. There was also an old-fashioned gynecological chair where you could bind your subs legs to the stirrups and spread her wide. Hmm, that might be a thought.

There was a room for edgier play. You could often find a blood scene going on there. There was even a room decked out as a school room, where a naughty sub could be called into the principal’s office for some discipline. And then there was the cowboy room. If you wanted to tie your sub over a saddle and ride her that was the place to go.

In one corner of the main dungeon was a small dance area. The bar was located in that area as well. Around the outside walls were sofas and chairs set up for watching. Plenty of voyeurs in this part of Texas, it seemed.

There were a number of spanking benches, some old-fashioned wooden stocks and St. Andrew’s crosses spread around. In the middle of the room was a huge, round, black cage. Fastened to some of the rungs of the cage were chains with leather cuffs on the end. In the cage there was a round bed covered in a white sheet that would get stripped and changed after each scene.

At the moment a blonde, naked, curvy sub had her ass up in the air, her face and chest pressed against the mattress. Her arms were bound in front of her and secured to the cage. Her legs were wide, held in place with a spreader bar. She’d been positioned so her ass was only inches away from the metal bars of the cage.

The cage was locked. The sub was blindfolded and gagged.