Free The Inner Room by Claire Thompson

bullshit.
    “I’m going to examine your body now, sub girl,” he said, his voice coming out gruffer than he intended. “Your only job is to obey. Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied softly.
    He started by walking in a slow circle around her. Stopping behind her, he placed his hands lightly on her shoulders. She jumped a little at his touch, but held her position. He massaged the rigid muscles beneath her skin, allowing a touch of gentleness to enter his tone, now that she was behaving. “Relax, sub girl. Just the fact that you’re here means someone saw something valuable in you. Just go with your instincts. Don’t try to fight me or yourself as we move through this process.”
    He continued the massage until he felt the muscles ease, if just a little. Stepping back, he cupped her ass cheeks, which, though small, were full and round, an excellent target for the flogger or the cane.
    Or his hand…the intimacy of skin on skin, stroking, then slapping, watching the flesh jiggle and flush to red. He wouldn’t stop until she begged him. Erotic pain and lust would intertwine like rope around her senses until she was nothing but raw, submissive desire. Then, and only then, would he slip his fingers into the wet heat between her legs as he pressed against her naked body with his…
    Shit. Cam’s cock had sprung to rock-hard erection and was straining against the soft leather of his pants. He dropped his hands, closed his eyes briefly and thought about bedpans and patients vomiting into a bowl until his cock got the message and at least partially deflated.
    Moving to stand in front of her, he said, “How are your arms? Are you okay staying in that position while I complete the examination?”
    Marissa nodded. He lifted his eyebrows until she spoke. “Yes, Sir.” He smiled, and she actually smiled back, if somewhat hesitantly. A sudden tenderness swept through him, and impulsively he stroked her cheek, which was indeed just as soft as he’d imagined.
    Stepping back, he reached for her breasts, cupping his hands beneath each one and lifting them. She drew in a small breath but didn’t resist him in any way. He let them fall and reached for her left nipple. It was dark pink, and it lengthened between his thumb and finger. He tweaked it lightly, pleased at her responsiveness, which manifested as another small, sudden intake of breath and a dilation of her pupils.
    His fingers still on her nipple, he looked into her eyes, and she looked back. Were they blue or were they green? He couldn’t quite decide. He twisted the nipple, pinching it hard. She gasped and emitted a small cry as she instinctively jerked backward.
    He let her nipple go but frowned sternly. “Back in position,” he snapped. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
    “It—oh, I…” She pressed her lips together, and then said, “Permission to speak, uh, Sir?”
    Jesus Christ, she was fucking adorable. Keeping his expression neutral, Cam nodded. “Go ahead.”
    “It hurt! That’s why I jerked away. I wasn’t expecting it.”
    Cam shook his head, allowing his mouth to curve into a hint of a smile. “It’s supposed to hurt, silly girl. You’re a sexual masochist, aren’t you? Look around you.” He waved his arm to indicate all the BDSM apparatus and gear in the room. “Where do you think you are? This is a BDSM dungeon. How am I going to assess your pain tolerance if you can’t even submit to a little nipple tweaking? Are you sure you want to be a member of The Power Exchange?”
    “No, I mean, yes! I mean, that is, I do want the assessment. I am a sexual…masochist.”
    She seemed to stumble over the words, and Cam could see this was truly hard for her. What had Jack been thinking, giving him such a complete neophyte to assess? She looked down, but not before he saw tears suddenly pooling in those beautiful eyes. He softened.
    “Marissa,” he said gently. “It’s not too late. You can still back out of this. I’ll just explain to Jack