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𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥?
𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯, 𝘘 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧?
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Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.
It wasn’t like no one had ever asked her to scene before, but she’d never had someone she was actually interested in ask her to scene. All her other scenes had been platonic, or they’d agreed to use toys or whatever. From the heat in Q’s eyes as he looked down at her, she didn’t doubt for one moment that he was asking her because he wanted her. Not just someone to scene with, but her specifically.
As if coming up to ask her when she was surrounded by a bunch of willing, attractive, single subs hadn’t indicated that already. He’d chosen her. It was a little like being singled out from the herd by a predator, except she actually wanted it.
Especially with the authoritative way he said he would be in charge tonight.
Being honest, as much as she was looking forward to having Q on his knees for her in class, she’d also fantasized about having him take control ever since she’d walked into Marquis and seen him for the first time.
“Say yes,” Morgan hissed in her ear, nudging her with her elbow.
Sam glanced at Noelle. She didn’t want to just ditch the other woman, but Noelle grinned and nodded.
Well, okay then.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she said, glancing around at the others. Caroline had a pinched expression as she nodded back, but Marissa gave her a thumbs up, and Amy made a little shooing motion, her eyes alight with encouragement. No one but Caroline seemed to mind, and, well… Caroline wasn’t Sam’s problem.
Taking Q’s hand, she let him help her up from her chair. To her surprise, he didn’t let go once she was standing, holding onto it as he led them toward the stairs.
“Upstairs or downstairs?” he asked, glancing at her.
“Can we even get a room upstairs?” she asked, bemused. It was a Saturday night after all. If you wanted a room, you had to plan ahead. Wait… had he planned ahead for this?
“No. Downstairs it is.” Q grimaced, but Sam didn’t mind.
If he’d planned ahead, she might not have felt as special since he could have just been looking to use the room and not necessarily with her. The spontaneity of his invitation made her feel on top of the world. He wasn’t just looking for a sub to fill a slot.
He wanted her.
Even after everything they’d talked about on Monday, even hearing the reason she’d changed her mind about prom. Even after he hadn’t kissed her goodbye when she’d thought he was going to. Maybe he’d just needed a little more time to think about everything.
Regardless, tonight, he was asking her to scene with him.
Yes, that made her feel giddy.
“Any hard limits I should know about?” he asked, giving her fingers a small squeeze as they went down the steps, drawing her attention back to the present.
“I’ve seen your list, and all of mine are covered by it,” she replied, giving him a sideways smile. “When it comes to humiliation, I don’t mind being called a naughty, bad girl, or a toy, but I’ve got way more of a praise kink.”
“Me, too.” Q winked at her, making her laugh. Yeah, she could see that about both of them. With the way they worked to excel in high school, both of them liked getting rewards more than punishments.
Although Sam didn’t mind a little role play now and then.
The staircase emptied out into the dungeon, which was full of people, though not everyone was doing something. Some people were just walking around and watching the scenes rather than participating.
Stronghold’s dungeon was full of possible places to scene. Spanking benches were arranged throughout the center of the main floor. Along the walls were various nooks with chains hanging or occupied by St. Andrews’ crosses. A quiet nook was filled with couches, a mini fridge, and a basket of blankets for aftercare. And, of course, there were the private rooms, which were all occupied.
Interrogation, the Doctor’s Office, and the Jail were located on this floor. The second floor had more options, like a Locker Room, a movie room, a school room, an office, and things like that. One day, Sam would love to use a private room, here or at Marquis, with someone who had reserved the room with her in mind. Not when it was part of the class, because that didn’t count.
“How do you feel about a little spanking?” Q asked, his steps slowing as he took in the benches. They were spaced far enough apart to avoid feeling crowded, and there were a few that were currently open. A club submissive was wiping down the closest one to them.
“Have I been naughty?” she asked flirtatiously.
They came to a halt, Q turning to face her, but never relinquishing her hand.
“Well, you were never properly punished for leaving me without a prom date.” His voice had turned to a low, husky growl, but his eyes simmered with heat and promise. Guilt threatened, but when he was looking at her like that, she knew he didn’t really mean it.
This was going to be a funishment. Role play. Though she probably did deserve a spanking.
Widening her eyes, she tilted her head. With the heels she was wearing, they were basically the same height, so it was no trouble to meet his gaze.
“Oh, you’re right… I’m so sorry, Master Q.” She made her voice syrupy sweet, which had the added effect of making her sound entirely insincere.
His lips quirked.
“You’re certainly going to be Ms. Dupre.”
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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.
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