Taken: Rough Devils MC Book 1 (BWWM Motorcycle Club Romance) by Sasha Devine

closet in the far corner of
the room filled with all kinds of outfits. On the other corner was a gigantic,
king-sized bed, where I assumed we’d fuck.
     
    He
smiled, noticing my shock.
     
    “Yes,
it’s a big room isn’t it?” he said, walking to the bed. “As you can see, I’ve
been collecting BDSM stuff for a few years now. That bed is where I test out
all my female recruits,” he said, pointing to it.
     
    “Y-you’re
into BDSM?” I asked. I’d watched some porn with BDSM, but I’d never thought it
would be something I’d try out.
     
    He
nodded.
     
    “Oh yeah. You’ll have to take a little
punishment before you can join us officially.”
     
    He
must have noticed the startled look on my face. He smiled.
     
    “Don’t
worry, I can tell whether or not a girl will like getting punished even if she
can’t. And I know you’ll love it. The stuff on the walls is mainly for show.
Very rarely will I use one of these,” he said taking a huge, thick cat o’ nine
tails off one of the shelves.
     
    “I
have a huge collection of stuff we can use in my closet over there,” he said,
setting down the nine tails and gesturing to the little room in the other
corner. I followed him over, still looking around in awe at all the stuff on
the walls.
     
    He
led me in to the brightly lit little room. I grinned in spite of myself as I examined
all the equipment in there, imagining someone using them on me. There were
several gimp outfits hung up, studded belts, collars, handcuffs, ropes, tape,
leashes, slings, paddles, and on the back wall, a huge X.
     
    I
felt my pussy juice seep through my pants as I imagined Rust tying me up and
fucking me. I imagined him pounding me with a paddle, punishing me for being
naughty. He had everything I could possibly dream of. Holy shit, maybe he was
right. Maybe I did want him to punish me!
     
    I
walked over to the back of the room and examined the big X.
     
    “Ah,
that’s my X-frame. I don’t know how much we’ll use that, it’ll depend on
whether or not you want to keep up the punishment,” he said, walking over and
putting a hand on my shoulder. “Basically you get tied up with your arms and
legs sticking out, and I… pound you,” he said with a smirk.
     
    I
grinned.
     
    “When
do we fuck?”
     
    “All
in good time,” he said. “First I think you need a little demonstration. It’s
time for your first punishment,” he said firmly, pointing to the ground.
     
    My
heart started to pound. I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life. But I
also felt something else - excitement. I bent down obediently and braced for
the pain. I heard a thwock and suddenly
fire erupted from my ass. Even with the shorts on it hurt like hell. Thwock went the paddle one more time as the
pain raced from my ass to my brain and spread all over my body.
     
    But
it wasn’t just pain I felt. I almost wanted him to keep going. I felt my pussy
throb with desire as I waited for him to tell me it was okay to stand. I
couldn’t wait for him to punish me even more.
     
    “Stand
up,” he commanded.
     
    I
obeyed and straightened up, watching him put the paddle away.
     
    “That
was only a little taste. When we fuck though, I think you’ll find it a lot more
pleasurable. I have to ease you into it or else you won’t like it. Understand?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Good.
Now I’m going to call my guy and he’ll take you on a tour of the house. I’ll
see you later, baby,” he said, giving me a light spank as he brushed past me
and out of the room.
     
    I
wanted to jump on the bed and relax and think about what had just happened, but
the guy was already on the way and I didn’t want to anger Rust. I waited
patiently in the doorway of the Fuck Room as I thought about all the things he
could do to me…
     
    But
it wasn’t long before one of the bikers from the doorway showed up. “Hey honey,
I’m one of the officers here, Max.” He looked almost as hot as Rust did, with
black hair and