Scandalous: Safeword & Good Girl (EBOOK)

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FROM SAFEWORD.
I couldn’t shake her from my mind. Every time I looked at another profile, another potential slave, my brain would drift back to her. The beautiful redhead with the intense, blazing blue eyes. I wanted her like I hadn’t wanted anything in a long while. I resisted as long as I could, glanced at other women, ordered another drink. But ultimately, I went back to her profile. She wasn’t anything special. I’d fucked women far more beautiful than this one. We lived in the land of sin, Los Angeles. Aspiring actresses and models lined up to crawl into my bed. This five-foot nothing, small-breasted waif should mean nothing to me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop looking.
There was just something about her. The pert nose, the cupid’s bow mouth, her lustrous mane of hair. I narrowed my eyes at her unsmiling face, picking up on the hint of dimples. I wondered if they would become more prominent when she smiled. I changed my mind, this woman was utterly gorgeous… if a man knew what to look for in her features.
Yet, it wasn’t her physical appearance that kept drawing me back to her. No, it was something else. The look in her eyes, the fear mixed with contempt. If her profile was to be believed and the woman, lacking in experience, had entered the auction for the first time, then the fear would be easily explained. But why contempt?
Picking up my tumbler, I took a sip while I contemplated the enigma of this woman. Perhaps she was being forced into the auction by some unknown person. It certainly wouldn’t be the club itself. Saturday’s Sinners prides itself on its policy of complete willingness from the subs.
I wanted to know more about her. Wanted to find out why a woman like her was willing to auction herself and to put all hard limits on the table. She called to the sadist in me. I wanted to take this woman, break her open and find out what made her tick. I wanted to force her safeword from those luscious words, make her scream it, show her that there was a reason for hard limits. In short, I wanted to pit my will against hers.