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๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐จ. ๐๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ?
๐๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ, ๐๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฃ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐บ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ค๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ก, ๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ง?
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Sam
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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Another great addition to the Masters of Marquis Series. I really enjoyed getting the story about Sam and Q’s past. I couldn’t get enough of them figuring things out and watching how they moved past the hurts their past inflicted upon them with minimal angst. Both Sam and Q had me intrigued with them when I met them in previous books and I loved that they were able to work out their conflicted past and cultivate the chemistry that they had. It was also very interesting that both were switches so when either of them needed the control they were able to take it and there was never a power struggle. This story will definitely show how high school screws with your head. Poor Q had no idea what he had done wrong for Sam to cancel their date to the prom the day after she accepted it, and here we are years later and it was still a sore spot for him. I am glad he finally got closure to the burning question and felt bad about why it had happened but my heart totally understood why Sam had done it. If you enjoy STEAMY Contemporary Romances, BDSM Romances, Erotic Romances, Interracial Romances, or Second Chance Romances I would recommend this book to you. Happy Reading!!! **I have voluntarily reviewed an Advanced Readers Copy of this book for my Blog, Nadine's Obsessed with Books** |
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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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