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Archer shook his head. "Get me the pro-pack."
She raised her brows, cut her gaze to me then back to him and nodded. "Be right back."
It was like they were speaking another language. I was totally in the dark about my own fate. It was scary and oddly thrilling.
"Have you ever played in public?" Bain asked, keeping his eyes on my face.
I shook my head.
"Interesting." He looked at Archer. "Be careful, man."
Nyla came back with a large paper bag and handed it to Archer, murmuring something I didn't catch.
He stepped away, taking the bag over by the bar to look through it, leaving me standing alone in a room of strangers.
Nyla leaned in. "He can be a little much sometimes. I hope you're up for it."
I shrugged. I had no idea how to respond. I was aware of Archer’s… muchness.
"He never brings anyone to the Penthouse, by the way. And if he does, he doesn't bring them back here to the lounge. Ever. So the fact that you're here… it's big."
More things I didn't know how to respond to. This one I couldn't even process.
"Audrey!" Archer called my name, beckoning me to him with a crook of his finger.
I scurried over. "Yes, Daddy?"
"Remember your safeword, and use it if you need to. I don't plan on going easy on you tonight. Your attitude and actions earlier made it very clear that you were in desperate need of my attention and that's exactly what you're going to get."
Goosebumps raised up all over my body.
He held out a strap of leather, adorned with a buckle. It was far too short to be a belt.
"This is a play collar. I'm going to put it on you so there will be no doubt that you are taken. I don't want anybody getting ideas about touching what's mine."
A collar. I’d heard of them, of course, and was aware of their significance within the scope of a BDSM dynamic. I’d seen people on forums showing off pretty ones that looked more like jewelry, but this one looked like a collar a dog would wear. A shiver of humiliation ran through my body. I hated the idea of being collared with a plain piece of leather like an animal, but loved the idea that it was showing Archer’s ownership of me to anybody that we encountered. I adored the idea that he wanted to own me, even if just for play.
Nodding my understanding, I stood still, waiting for him to fasten it around my neck, but he didn’t.
“Kneel,” he commanded instead, pointing to a spot on the floor near his feet. My mouth fell open and heat rose up my skin. I could feel all the eyes in the room on me. What an introduction to his closest friends and business partners. When I’d thought about meeting them, this wasn’t what I’d envisioned.
But Archer was staring at me, and whatever he had planned for the night, I was sure I didn’t want to risk angering him. So I quickly sank to my knees.
“Butt on your heels, legs spread apart. Hands palms up on your knees, head down.” He barked instructions at me and I quickly complied. And then he was behind me, fastening the strip of leather around my neck and pushing my hair out of the way to whisper in my ear. “That position,” he explained, “is what we call high protocol. Remember that, because I will ask for it again.”
I nodded, then squealed when he pinched the exposed part of my bottom. “Respond to me correctly, or you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I spoke the words he wanted to hear without thinking about it.
“Good girl. Now, let’s see… should I plug you in here, or out there?”
My mouth went dry. I didn’t want to be plugged at all, but I knew that he didn’t care about what I wanted. Not unless I safeworded. And I wouldn’t. Not about this. So I stayed silent and waited for him to answer the question I knew was rhetorical.
I stayed, breathlessly staring at the floor, in exactly the position he’d placed me in until his hand appeared in front of me. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet, walked me over to an empty table, and bent me over the top.
Whooee.I sucked in a breath. He’d decided to do it here, apparently. I hadn’t noticed, from my vantage point, the bag he still held in his hand, but I heard it rustle as he rummaged around, and heard packaging being broken open, and seals popping.
I tried to focus only on him, consciously ignoring the fact that there were other people in the room and that all of them presumably had a perfect view of my asshole and all my naughty bits. If Archer was trying to teach me a lesson, he was succeeding. If he was trying to humiliate me in the most titillating way I’d ever been humiliated, he was succeeding at that too.
