Mia

Grey’s palm cracks across my skin and the heat blooms so fast I jerk hard against the rope.

“Ah—!”

Oh my god—what the fuck was that?

I’ve never been spanked before but then again I’ve never to a BDSM club before, this feels surreal.

My wrists strain in the cuffs, my ankles pull against the rope. But there is nowhere to go. His hand is already rubbing the mark in firm circles that turn the sharp sting into a deeper, heavier ache that settles low in my belly. I can feel my pulse between my legs, ridiculously.

Why does that feel good? It shouldn’t feel this good.

Red’s hand...