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I could do that.
I had to.
Clearing my throat, I tried to channel my sister’s voice and expression, pretending to be as brave as her. ‘Triple time. No sex. Nothing too extreme. Safe words.’
Ewen nodded before running his fingers over a rack of implements. His eyes flicked to mine as I watched him consider a variety of toys. Wooden paddles. Long and short whips of varying thicknesses. Crops. My breath caught as he caressed a riding crop with a dark leather tip, and his eyes narrowed at my reaction.
‘This one?’ he questioned.
Doing my best to sound nonchalant, I shrugged and said, ‘Whatever, Ewen. I don’t care.’
The idea of the leather stinging my skin made me want to hide. Would I cry? Would it leave marks? Would I be able to handle it?
Ewen placed the crop down briefly and picked up a leather collar, beckoning me toward him.
‘Lift your hair out of the way.’
I scooped it up in my hands as he slid the cool leather around my neck, fitting it snugly against my throat. His breath swept over my ear as he leaned in to fasten it at the back of my neck, and I swore electricity shot through me.
Blinking up at him, his eyes darkened. Letting my hair fall around my shoulders, he attached a metal leash to the collar, which hung against my chest and made me shiver. Ewen dropped to his knees and slid my heels off, placing them neatly to the side. I bit my lip as his fingers grazed my skin.
‘Don’t I look better with them on?’ I asked as he looked up at me.
‘No. I want you to be able to concentrate on me. Not those.’
The polished wood was smooth and cool beneath my aching feet. One small blessing about having to do the performance.
Before I could say another word, Ewen tugged on my leash, and I let out a yelp as he pulled me out on stage. Patrons sat at tables surrounding the stage, some having a drink, others engaging in their own illicit activities. So many eyes on me. Panic rose as we reached the centre of the stage. The leather collar began to feel suffocating with the sensation of being dragged, and I tugged at it.
Ewen turned and faced me, an eyebrow arching at my reaction.
‘Hey, it’s okay’, he whispered, his fingers enveloping my hand in a reassuring grasp. ‘Just follow my lead.’
Ewen walked behind me, gathering my hands on my lower back as he brushed his body against mine, his lips close to my ear. ‘They just want to watch you be a good girl. I know that’s not in your remit, but just pretend for the next few minutes. Imagine you were capable of following orders.’
Then his heat was gone as he walked a slow circle around me, eyeing every inch of my ribbon-covered frame. He held the crop lightly in one hand, tapping it against his leg. Every step put me on edge, my pulse quickening as I waited to see what he was going to do.
Lifting the crop, he drew the leather end up my leg, my skin tingling as it skirted higher and higher. I tried to stay calm, to fight down both the urge to run, and the urge to whimper. I should have hated the asshole boss’s crop, but it sent funny feelings through me.
He continued taunting me with gentle strokes, up my arms, down over my stomach, over my throat. Staying still proved nearly impossible. Biting my lip to silence any noise, I focused on a spot above the bar, trying to ignore the confusing feelings melting my insides.
I jumped when he tapped my thigh with the crop, not hard, but enough to make me startle.
‘Spread them,’ he said, his voice gruffer than I’d heard it before.
Without thinking, I stepped wider.
‘Mmm. So you can listen.’
Ewen continued his torment, dragging the crop up my inner thighs until I squirmed, and I wanted it to graze the flesh between them.
No. No, I didn’t want that. Did I?
I trembled when he moved behind me and I couldn’t see what he was doing. When a sharp pain cracked against one of my thighs, I cried out and screwed my torso around to stare at him in shock. The lash with the crop hadn’t even been that hard, but the surprise of it caught me completely off guard. Reaching out, he wrapped my leash in his other hand, until there was no give between my collar and his fist.
‘I didn’t say that you could move.’ His breath was heavy in my ear.
‘Are you using your safe word?’ he whispered. It almost sounded like a challenge.
