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That always made Daddy happy, ’cause it was like being given consent.

“You excited, baby boy?” Daddy hugged me from behind as we headed up the stairs.

“Excited, mildly terrified, nervous—it’s a mixed bag,” I chuckled.

The two vodka Sprites I’d had helped a little with the nerves, thankfully.

“Delicious.” He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You can go directly to Room 5. I’m gonna track down an accessory for you in one of the supply closets.”

Yeah, I was still curious.

Noa rode on KC’s lap on the wheelchair lift, and that boy was definitely nervous. Probably because he’d seen KC’s collection of canes, but most of all, the bondage cuffs that restrained both his hands and his ankles.

Noa despised restraints.

Tate was way more casual, although I saw the trepidation in his eyes when Master Kingsley opted to follow Reese.

Actually, so did Master Walker.

“Dammit,” Macklin whispered under his breath.

Owner cleared his throat, reaching the landing. “Aren’t you on speech restrictions, boy?”

Macklin stiffened and pretended to lock his mouth shut and throw away the key.

Smart.

I’d suck balls at speech restrictions in most settings. If I needed to power down and Master was in a quiet mood, no problem. I just poured all my attention on him and shut down myself. But if even the slightest part of me wanted to join in on the conversation, I sat there and twitched.

One by one, we entered Room 5, the tiled shower room where screams bounced off the walls and echoed piercingly. It was a Tenley favorite for a lot of kinks, not just the wet ones.

Whoa. I poked my head out from behind Tate when I spotted four padded benches in the middle of the room. Directly under the center showers. Fuck my life. Pain was way more painful when you were soaked.

“You can strip, pup,” Owner told me.

“Yes, Owner.” I walked over to the one side that had no showers, and I hauled my tee over my head. Then my shoes followed. Shorts. Socks. Underwear.

Noa let out a whistle.

I glanced back at him and smirked.

“That hot butt has been some kind of target that screams, ‘Beat me here where I have no ink!’”

I exhaled a laugh, and he had no idea how close to the truth that was. If Daddy and Master wanted to see marks, they went with my ass and thighs. Or face, obviously.

“You can take your own hot butt and get naked, freckles,” KC said. “I want you on your stomach on the left bench.”

“Oh but, Daddy,” Noa whined. “You’re gonna tie my hands and feet together, aren’t you?”

KC smiled wolfishly.

He was so damn fine, that man. He had the sexiest eyes. He was one of the men who’d made me discover my own interest in voyeurism. Watching him go to town on Noa or, hell, the time he’d fucked Santiago? Holy shit.

As long as I wasn’t being interrogated by him. That was when he was equal parts sexy and infuriating—because he went with arrogance and condescension, knowing full well it pushed buttons.

Ash was the same. Hotter than hell and with a knack for pissing me off.

Damn Sadists.