Page 1 of His Keepsake

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EMME

“Are you sure you want to do this, Emme?” Charity took a sip of her strawberry shake while waiting for my answer.

“Why? Worried I’ll call it off?”

“More afraid you won’t.” Slowly, she licked cream off the straw using a tongue method that would give most guys a hard-on. “Dirty girl.”

“Me?” I laughed.

Fifteen minutes ago, she’d been bent over a man’s knee getting spanked.

The club was only two buildings down the street, but we tried not to advertise our kinks once we left. My black stockings were demure. Beneath my ankle-length black coat was a little red dress with cutaway sections and much underboob and ass revealage—to phrase it in faux French—and unless I opened the coat, none of that showed.

If anyone from the Christian college I worked for saw my dress, I’d get a severe reprimand. Lightning would strike me if they knew I’d been inside a BDSM club.

“Like you’re so innocent, Charity? You? Your butt will be so damn bruised after what Kris did to it.”

“I’m coping.” She swirled the straw in the shake. “What I do is downright sensible compared to your plans tonight.”

“You have a point.” I shrugged.

The club was located in a quiet street, with a small hardware store and an adult shop that were closed. If, by some ungodly miracle, someone saw me, I would frown at them, too.

WasI doing this?

I readjusted my butt on the timber booth seat, thinking about how insane this would seem, to most people. This arrangement would look like an invitation to be raped.

In reality…it kind of was?

“It’s too late to say no.” I spread my fingers and stared at the back of my hand. The gold stars on my black nail polish looked like blobs. So much for my artistry.

“It is so not.” Charity pressed her lips together. “Do what you need to do. He won’t mind. Well, he might? But it’s still your call.”

“Why would I?” I tweaked my mouth into a half-smile. Why had Charity waited until now, seconds from launch, as it were? “You said you know him.”

“He’s a sadist and a Dom, and a friend.” Her tongue curled around that straw. “But what about you? Are you going to need therapy after this?”

“I hope not?”

“You hope not?” Her face screwed up in disbelief.

“As in no. I’m excited for this. Am I nervous? Yeah, but…” I opened my hands. “This is what I need.”

“Fear?”

“Yes.”

“That, I do get. The best Doms instill a little fear, a little of whatever will they do to me.” She sighed. “Fuck. I envy you. Still a little concerned.”

“If I end up dismembered and tossed into the sea in a box, I trust you to avenge me.”

Charity chortled and slid down the seat. She shook her head. “We are both fucked up.”

“My underwear is already soaked.”

“TMI!”

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