I lean into him, loving the feel of his arms around me as I watch the action on the stages, intrigued by everything I see.

He loves me. He’s sharing both his public and private worlds with me tonight, and I feel so lucky because I know none of what’s happening between us comes naturally to him. It’s a huge deal for him to open himself to me this way, and his words of love are among the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. I want to be worthy of them. I want to give him everything he needs, and that’s why we’re here, so I can learn more about what he needs.

“Talk to me about what you like to do here.”

“What I did here is in the past now.”

“I’d still like to know.”

I feel his deep sigh against my back. “I’ve done it all. Everything you see happening here, I’ve done, but it never meant anything. It was a physical thing, akin to working out at a gym, if you can think of it that way. And it was a mental exercise, too. A stress reliever. It doesn’t turn me on to watch them,” he says, gesturing to the stages, “because I have you now.”

“It’s okay with me if it turns you on to watch.”

“That’s good to know, but it doesn’t do anything for me. All I want is to show you enough to give you a sense of what it’s about and then get the hell out of here so I can be alone with you.”

“Give me a tour, and then we’ll go.”

He takes my hand and is off his stool so quickly, I scramble to keep up. I love that he’s every bit as eager to be alone with me. We cross the crowded main room and duck into a hallway that’s dark except for three lightbulbs. “Pick one,” Kristian says.

“What am I picking?”

“One of three rooms currently in use.”

“Oh.” I point to the middle one, wild with curiosity about what I might see behind the closed door. I follow Kristian through a doorway to the left of the room I chose. Inside, a woman stands with her arms behind her, while a man dressed in a police uniform circles the table with what looks like a riding crop in his hand. The woman trembles uncontrollably as she watches him with eyes gone wild with fear.

“She’s afraid.”

“Everything has been agreed to in advance. She can stop it at any time with one word.” Standing behind me, he slides an arm around my waist. I can feel his erection against my bottom.

“Do they know we’re here?”

“They know it’s possible people might watch them.”

He presses a button that allows us to hear what they’re saying. “You’ve been a very bad girl, princess,” the man says.

“I didn’t do it. I swear.”

“My sources tell me otherwise.” He steps behind her and releases her hands from the cuffs.

She rubs her arms and flexes her hands.

“Our records show you’ve never been arrested.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then you don’t know the drill. I’ll need you to remove your clothing.”

She stares at him. “I want a female officer.”

“I’m sorry. That’s not possible. We have no women on duty tonight, so you’re stuck with me. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

“Wh-what’s the hard way?”

“I rip the clothes from your body and do a cavity search without lubricant.”

Her throat bulges as she swallows, and her hands tremble violently as she unbuttons her blouse and removes it.

“Hurry up about it,” he barks, making me jump.

“Easy, honey,” Kristian says, his palm flat against my belly. “It’s all for effect.”

“It’s working.”

He holds me tighter. “I love having you here with me.”

“I love being here with you.”

I’m so close to him, I can feel his every breath as I watch the woman in the room remove her skirt and heels.

“C-can I leave my underwear on?”

“I can’t very well perform a cavity search if you’re wearing underwear. Everything off. Now.”

Tears roll down her face as she removes her bra and then steps out of her panties. She can’t decide what she wants to cover with her hands—her breasts or her pussy. He solves that dilemma for her by telling her to lift her arms and hold them straight out while he runs his hands over her body, examining her.

Tweaking her nipples, he says, “I think someone is enjoying being strip-searched.”

“N-no, Sir. I’m not enjoying it.”

“Are you sure you’re not enjoying it?”

“Very sure.”

“Get on the table.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get on the table, lie on your back and spread your legs.” As he speaks, he puts on a latex glove.

“Wh-what’re you going to do?”

Her stammer and obvious fear make me anxious for her, as if this is happening to me rather than her.

“If I have to say it again, I’m going to spank your ass before I check to make sure you’re not sneaking anything into my jail.”

She scurries onto the table and gets into the position he requested.

“Spread your legs.”

Her feet inch apart.

“Wider.”

My anxiety spikes into the red zone, and I shift from one foot to the other.

“Does my baby like what she sees?” Kristian asks, his hand sliding down to cup me intimately.

I wonder if he can feel the heat that radiates from me.

“Mmm… I think she likes it.”

“Shhh. I want to hear what they’re saying.”

His low chuckle makes me smile. I love to make him happy, even if it means stepping way outside my comfort zone to experience something new.

“Are you sneaking anything into my jail?” the man in the room asks.

“No! I wouldn’t do that.”

“And I’m supposed to take your word for it?” He produces a tube of lubricant that he squirts onto his fingers. “Open up.”

“Please… Don’t do this.”

“This is standard operating procedure for all prisoners. If you don’t cooperate with the exam, I’ll bring in another officer to hold you down. It’s up to you.”

“I’ll c-cooperate,” she says, sobbing now.

I grasp Kristian’s hand, needing to hold on to him while I watch the scene unfold before me.

He rubs his hard cock against my bottom, making my legs weak under me. All my senses are engaged. I’ve never been more aroused in my life than I am with him hot and sexy behind me as I watch the man in the room slide his fingers into her pussy, probing deep and then thrusting them in again.

She raises her hips off the table.

“Stay still,” he says, dragging out the “exam” as long as he can before withdrawing his fingers. “Turn over.”

“Wh-why?”

“Your pussy’s not the only hiding place.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Turn over now, or this is going to get ugly for you.”

She mutters something under her breath that I can’t hear, but she does as she’s told and turns onto her belly.

He spanks her ass. Hard. “That’s for talking back.”

Her body shakes with sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“Save it for someone who cares.” He probes between her cheeks, and her entire body goes rigid with shock.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“Do you need your safe word?” Kristian asks.

“No, but I think she does.”

“She can stop it at any time.”

He penetrates her with two fingers, and she screams so loudly, I pull back from the window, feeling almost assaulted by her screams.

Kristian tightens his arms around me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. She’s not in any danger. I promise.”

Watching the man fuck her ass with his fingers, I shake almost as hard as she does, again like it’s happening to me. The aching throb between my legs intensifies to the point that I wonder if I can come simply from watching someone else’s scene. My breathing is choppy and erratic, my face feels hot, and my nipples are so hard, they hurt.

The man in the room produces a large object that he holds up for her to see.

“Wh-what’s that?”

“A plug so you can’t sneak anything into your tightest hiding place while we’re processing you.”

“Where would I get something to hide in there?”

“You’d be surprised how clever our prisoners can be.”

“I-I don’t want that.”

“Too bad. You don’t have a choice.”

She’s crying so hard that her body jerks.

He spanks her other ass cheek. “Knock it off and hold still.” After lubing up the plug, which looks huge to me, he presses it against her ass.

She screams even louder than she did with his fingers.

My knees buckle under me, and only Kristian’s arms around me keep me from falling.

“That’s it,” he says gruffly. “Let’s go.”

“No! I want to see how it ends.”

Judging by the tension I feel coming from him, he’s not sure he should let me stay, but he doesn’t make a move to leave.

The Dom draws out the insertion of the plug to the point that the sub is a drooling, snotty mess by the time it’s fully seated in her. With his hands on her hips, he drags her to the end of the table. “One more mandatory examination,” he says, withdrawing his huge cock and stroking it before aiming it at her pussy and pushing into her.

She comes the second he enters her, screaming the whole time he’s fucking her.

“Did I say you could come?” he asks. “Answer me!”

“N-no, Sir. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

“You’ve earned a prison punishment.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll find out.” He’s ruthless as he fucks her, pumping into her over and over, tugging on the plug and making her come at least two more times before he gives in to his own release.

After he comes, he transforms into a caring Dom, removing the plug and cleaning her up before taking her into his arms to comfort and soothe her. “You were so amazing, baby,” he says. “I’m so proud of you.”

She’s still whimpering, but there’s an unmistakable glow about her. Three screaming orgasms would probably give anyone a glow, but it’s clear that she loved what he did. “I want that,” I say, riveted by the man’s tenderness in the aftermath.

“What do you want?”

“What they did. I want to do that.”

“How much of it?” Kristian asks in a terse tone that has me immediately on edge as I realize my words are akin to throwing gas on the fire, as he said earlier.

“All of it.”

“Let’s go.”

I bring Aileen with me when I go to the locked supply closet to pack a bag. Unlike my partners, I don’t keep a BDSM room at home, because I don’t usually bring women to my place. I make use of the Quantum club and others, such as Black Vice, which is owned by our friend Devon Black. Besides, we aren’t going to my place. I’ve made other plans for us because I wanted tonight to be special for her.

When I’ve gathered what we need to re-create the scene we just witnessed, I lead her to the elevator, wanting to get her alone as fast as I possibly can after the way she reacted to the scene. Hearing her say she wants to do what they did has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Settled in the back of the Bentley, I’m almost afraid to touch her. I hope I can make it to the hotel I chose for our night together without losing my shit.

“I want you to remember something,” she says after a long, tense silence.

“What’s that?”

“You promised to treat me like you would any other woman.”

I put my arm around her and bring her in close to me, nuzzling her neck and drowning in her distinctive scent. I want that to be the last thing I smell before I leave this life. “I’m afraid I can’t keep that promise.”

“Why not? You know how important it is to me that you don’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

“I don’t think you’re fragile. You may be one of the strongest people I know.”

“Then why can’t you keep your promise?”

“Because you’re the single most important person in the entire world to me, and I will never treat you the way I would anyone else. You, my love, will be treated like a queen for the rest of your life. I hope you’re prepared for that.”

“The rest of my life?” she asks softly, sounding awed.

“If that’s what you want.” When have five words ever packed more of a punch than those do? Never that I can recall. I wait breathlessly, feeling as if my entire life and any chance I have to be truly happy is on the line.

“I moved here for you. I think it’s safe to assume you’re what I want.”

“And you’d be okay with being stuck with me for like, well… forever?” So much for it being too soon to talk about such things. Her honesty is infectious, and it’s forced me to raise my own bar. I feel like the little boy I once was, hoping that one of my many foster families might decide to keep me. None of them ever did, and I survived that. However, if she were to decide not to keep me…

Her hand on my face compels me to look at her. “There’s nothing I want more than to be stuck with you forever.”

They are, quite simply, the best words anyone has ever said to me. They’re even better than I love you, and those three were pretty great, too.

I regret my plan to take her to a hotel, because my place is closer and my need for her urgent. But I wanted tonight to be special, so I reserved the best suite in the famous Beverly Wilshire Hotel.

“Where’re we going?”

“Somewhere special.” Recalling the late dinner I ordered, I want to groan at the thought of further delays. But anticipation makes the desire that much sharper, although if my desire for her gets much sharper, I might not survive. “Check in with Cece. You’re going to be busy when we get to where we’re going.”

Her cheeks flush a warm, rosy shade that makes me wonder whether her other cheeks would be the same color after a spanking.

I’m in agony from wanting to find out.

Aileen is on the phone with Cece, but she senses my disquiet and places her hand on my leg in a gesture that immediately calms everything but the ache in my cock. That’s going to take far more than a hand to the leg.

We finally arrive at the hotel, and I’m grateful for the suit coat that hides my huge erection from the doormen. Lori picked up the key for me earlier, so we head right for the elevator.

“What about our bags?”

I carry only the small black bag I brought from the club. “They’ll be delivered to the room.”

“Can we slow down so I can look at this beautiful hotel?”

“You can do that tomorrow.” Slowing down is not on the agenda. All I can hear is her sexy voice saying, I want to do what they did.

“You’re in a big rush.”

“Fuck, yes, I am. The woman of my dreams wants me to dominate her. You bet your ass I’m in a rush.” I angle her into the back corner of the car and press my hard cock against her pussy. I can feel her heat through our clothes. “I ordered dinner for us, but unless you’re starving, that might have to wait until after.”

“I’m too nervous to eat.”

That stops me cold. “You’re nervous? About being with me?” The thought of that kills me.

“I just hope…” She looks up at me with her heart in her eyes. “I want to be everything you need. I hope I can handle it.”

“Sweetheart… You already are everything I’ll ever need and then some. If we never do any of what we saw tonight, I’ll still love you and need you and want you as much as ever. I swear to God. Nothing is riding on this, so please don’t be afraid. I’d never want to scare you or make you nervous.”

She visibly relaxes. “I’ll try not to be nervous.”

“Will you promise me that if you’re ever truly scared or nervous about being with me in any way that you’ll say so?”

“I promise.”

“And you’re sure you want everything you saw at the club?”

She swallows hard, but her gaze never wavers. “I’m sure.”

“Remind me of that safe word again.”

“Destiny.”

“And you know when to use it?”

“If I want to stop what we’re doing.”

“If you need a break or a breather, use the word yellow. The word red also stops everything. Understood?”

Still looking up at me with those beautiful bottomless eyes filled with love for me, she nods.

“Excellent, because you, my love, are under arrest.”