Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] by Sara Kingston Page B

will share them with me.”
    “I’m sorry, I just worry because I’ve had a few, let’s say, disasters in the past. It’s not just with vanillas but also with other Doms. They get upset when I know more about the lifestyle than they do, and well, they have problems when—”
    “When they don’t perform like in your books.”
    “Yes. I also had a boyfriend once set up an entire scene which he had taken from one of my books. He didn’t know that I wrote it, and when he found out he didn’t handle it well.”
    “Petra, I’m not like them, and I can promise you that I will recreate scenes from you current books and maybe any future ones. I know that I am going to love it and so will you. I know the difference between reality and fantasy.” He pulled her hand toward him, pulling her into his lap. “Let’s not play games. Let’s be honest from the start as that old saying goes. Start as you mean to go on.” She relaxed and leaned into his body, resting her head against his chest. He rubbed her arm, soothing her.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
     
    * * * *
     
    She decided that so far this was the best date she’d ever had. The restaurant had been a romantic little Italian place with real candles on the table. They had laughed and talked for hours, and when he told her their next destination she had been even happier. For a sub this was a perfect way to end a date. The club was full for a Thursday night, but the familiarity gave her a sense of comfort. She waved to people she knew as they moved toward the main floor, and she wondered what scene Kyle wanted to play out. She really wanted to show him a scene in one of her forgotten manuscripts. The ones she had half written and then forgotten. It had this one hot scene with two Doms, and he did tell her he was willing to play out any scenes that were in her books. If she ever needed more motivation to write hotter and more in-depth scenes, this was it. To know anything she wrote she could live out in full was amazing. Now she didn’t just have to write from experience with a touch of imagination thrown in, she could write full fantasy and have it delivered. Her pussy pulsed with the thoughts running through her head. She felt a twinge of guilt as most of those fantasies included Caleb as well. Kyle was such a nice guy and a real Dom, but there was a darkness about Caleb that drew her. He was the perfect bad boy.
    “Would you like anything to drink?”
    “I would love a water, thanks.” She never mixed alcohol and playtime. She’d seen too many disasters when subs got seriously hurt by drunken Doms or hurt themselves by being inebriated.
    Kyle left her to get a bottle of water at the bar, and she noticed Master Scott walking toward her.
    “Petra, my sweet exotic flower, are you here looking for someone to play with?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.
    He was the eternal playboy, and she’d played with him before on a number of times. A few had thought they would have a permanent arrangement, but she knew what he was like. He was a player, and no one woman would be enough for him. She didn’t judge him. He never lied. He never hid who he was. He never made promises.
    “Master Scott, I’m sorry to disappoint, but my dance card is already full tonight,” she responded.
    “A crying shame. Is he anyone I might know?”
    “Master Kyle Gordon.”
    “The doctor?” he asked, his face contorted as though he had swallowed something not quite sour but not tasty either.
    “Yes,” she replied, concerned. “Should I be worried?”
    “No, no, he’s a very good man and a good Dom. I wasn’t aware he’d come back to the lifestyle.”
    “No one stays away for long,” she replied casually, hoping she’d hidden her concerns.
    “I heard about your fantasy night, very impressive, my dear,” he drawled, looking her over like a fresh piece of meat. “I’m surprised. I never thought of you as a masochist,” he said, taking