In the Zone by Sierra Cartwright Page A

“If your partner has reached subspace, you’ll want to bring him or her back gently. If you get them to subspace, you must be more in control than you ever have been. Your sub will not register pain the way they normally do so it’s incumbent on you to pay close attention and not administer more than they can take. At times your sub may ask for more, but make sure you’re aware of where they are first.”
    He noticed the red marks on her chest. Jesus, she was hot. Just how long until they could escape from Zones?
    He decided to remove the clamps first. “Are you ready?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He slowly moved his hand from her shoulder to cup her breast. She looked at him, her deep brown eyes darkened with desire and trust. Was there a more heady combination?
    He imprisoned her breast to keep her still while he released the clover.
    She grunted, but she didn’t complain. “Thank you, Sir.”
    The words were forced around a pained grunt. He said to the crowd, “Now that’s a well-trained sub.”
    “Hear, hear!” someone called.
    Nathaniel moved to her other breast and repeated the process. This time her head fell back and she dug her fingers into the cross. She swore softly but then remembered herself. “Thank you, Sir.” Her anguish radiated through the room.
    “I was hoping you’d mind your manners.”
    A few people chuckled.
    He motioned to a monitor. “Get me a blanket.”
    Nathaniel unfastened her from the cross in quick movements, and then he helped her move away, steadying her with his arms around her waist.
    “Please take a well-deserved bow,” he told her, knowing he was pushing her and wondering how obedient she really was. “Tell the audience thank you for watching.”
    She was unsteady on her high-heeled shoes, but she did as instructed. “Thank you all for attending our demonstration.” She did a little curtsy at the unseen attendees.
    As the crowd expressed their appreciation, he draped the blanket around her and led her away from the center of the stage.
    The houselights slowly brightened, and the spotlight dimmed. He asked a monitor to gather her clothing and to have Willow put it in Alani’s locker. Around them, the noise level raised as people stood, pushing back their chairs, and started talking.
    “You really did well,” he said against her ear.
    She leaned into him. He doubted the show of vulnerability would last, so he seized it.
    Unlike him, he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
    If she’d noticed, she pretended not to.
    With a raised brow, he drew Alani toward the stairs.
    When she appeared a bit tentative, he scooped her into his arms.
    “I can walk, Sir.”
    “I’m sure you can. I’ve decided otherwise.”
    She didn’t snuggle against him, not that he’d expected otherwise.
    He carried her to Marcus’s office and kicked the door closed behind him. He hooked a chair with his foot. Once he had the chair a couple of feet away from the desk, he sat, still holding on to Alani—his sub.
    Her breathing slowly returned to normal. “Will you fuck me?”
    “Later,” he said.
    “Now. Please. Let me ride you.”
    He was only human. “I can’t take advantage of you.”
    “I know what I’m doing,” she insisted. “I have to have your cock.”
    “Goddamn it.”
    “Fuck me,” she demanded.
    “I want to do this when we have more time.”
    “I want you now.”
    His cock had been hard for nearly twenty-four hours. “Do you want me to take out the plug?”
    She shook her head. “It’s small. I just want you in me. Please?”
    He was done for. He stood and placed her on the chair. After he grabbed a condom from his wallet, he kicked off his boots and removed his leather pants.
    He returned to her.
    “Let me be on top, Sir,” she said, standing and tossing aside the blanket.
    He sat, his cock thrusting straight up.
    “Sir has a beautiful dick.”
    “Get your ass over here.”
    She climbed into his lap to face him and lower herself over his cock. Jesus, she was hot