Page 9 of Sinner's Storm

I should have known, because the second I didn’t enter, a frown appeared on her face as her eyes darted to the door.

Impatient woman.

And that right there confirmed what I already knew.

My current piece of the month was not a fucking submissive.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the woman who played a good game.

Now it was time to end it.

With a single press of the red button on the wall, a secret section opened up behind the bookshelf, granting me access. I entered with purposeful strides.

With a shocked expression on her face, she quickly turned and snapped her head up as she realized I’d entered the room from another location. Typically, I would have chosen to enter from the door she was facing, but tonight was different. When I was done with her, she would leave the way she came in, while I would retreat to my office before heading up to my room.

But first, I was going to have some fun.

Walking over to her, she quickly lowered her head.

Glaring in irritation, I inspected her.

Stephanie’s confidence in her body and looks was unwavering. It had been suggested by some that she had an exaggerated sense of perfection and a narcissistic belief that she was faultless. The total perfect package. Although she seemed one way externally, internally, she carried the weight of being tarnished, tainted, and inauthentic. Although she possessed a sharp wit and a wicked sense of humor, it was evident that she lacked any substantial depth. She was what I called a chameleon. She was the type of person who transformed herself into what others wanted, yet never lost sight of her own aspirations. Rather than finding contentment in her current circumstances, she desired to acquire additional possessions. Craved it like a drug, and for the last month, she craved me.

She used her looks and her knowledge of my preferred lifestyle to twist and play the player.

She was good. I would give her that.

But I was better.

She was fully aware of her own beauty and attractiveness. The combination of her creamy white skin, dark hair, and doe eyes had always made her a magnet for interested men. Her body was perfectly shaped, with curves that accentuated her best features. The emphasis of her narrow ribcage only heightened her ample breasts, which seamlessly transitioned into her curvaceous hips and buttocks. Her figure was flawless, featuring a flat stomach and elegantly long legs.

I said nothing as I watched a small smile appear on her face.

Bitch thought she was going to play me.

If she only knew the truth.

“Are you ready to play, pet?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.” The bitch smiled up at me and that just pissed me off.

With a strong hold on her throat, I exerted pressure and effortlessly lifted her, maneuvering her towards the whipping bench that was permanently stationed in this room. I was determined to get the most value out of my money tonight. She positioned herself in a way that reflected the submissive persona she wanted me to see, turning away from me and bending over the bench with her arms spread, presenting her backside in the air.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.

I grinned. “Not tonight, pet.”

She stiffened.

Stepping around the bench, I assumed a stance with my legs apart and my arms folded across my chest, signaling my intentions and patiently awaiting her comprehension.

Bitch thought she knew me.

Let’s see how well.

As she hesitated, her eyes showing signs of doubt, I never looked away, fully aware that she would find her way out of the predicament, just like she always had in the past. I wasn’t lying when I said the bitch was smart, because seconds later, she bent at the waist, her stomach resting on top of the bench as she spread her legs, her hands reaching for her ankles.

“That’s good, pet.”