Chapter 47

I led her to the back of the club, to a private room that was my domain. The walls were lined with various toys and instruments of pleasure and pain. I knew each one intimately, knew how to use them to coax out the sweetest of sounds from those who served me.

In the center of the room was a large, four-poster bed, draped in velvet. It was the stage for our dance, the place where I would show her what it truly meant to submit.

"Strip," I said, my voice firm. She complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes. Her body was a canvas, waiting for me to paint my desires upon it.

Once she was bare, I approached her, running my hands over her soft, trembling flesh. She was beautiful, a work of art waiting to be sculpted by a master's hand.

"On the bed," I instructed, pointing to the center.

Sherry obeyed, her legs spreading automatically as she lay back, exposing herself to me.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her, my hands pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head. "You're