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Is that…
A leash?
I gasp, shooting Sebastian a tremulous look. He’s watching me, still unreadable.
“Let me see it on you,” he says, in a quiet command.
I do as he says, fastening the choker around my neck with trembling hands.
Sebastian lifts the leather leash from the box, and carefully fastens it to the necklace. He wraps the leather around one fist, holding the leash lightly in his hand.
My leash.
Holy shit.
My body floods with heat, and I’m suddenly breathless with anticipation.
Sebastian slowly adjusts the diamonds, and gives me a cool, cryptic smile. “There. Now you’re ready.”
But ready for what?
I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but oh, I’m already wet and aching between my thighs, shocked by his casual domination—and how much it thrills me.
This is going to be a night I’ll never forget.
7
SEBASTIAN
I’ve beenon edge all day, and that twisted excuse for a celebration party hasn’t helped. Watching my uncle and my mother fawn all over each other, and the way that Richard brought up the accident as if it’s all just part of their love story together…
Let’s just say it wasn’t ideal.
“Where are we going? Am I supposed to wear this?” Avery’s breathless questions pull me back to the present and give me focus, as the car glides to a stop.
We’re here. Good.
I take a breath, enjoying the flush on her cheeks, and how she’s toying with the diamond collar, looking nervous and turned on all at once. She might not be as innocent as I once thought, but it’s clear, she’s never worn anything like this before.
I smile, already anticipating the night to come.
The things I’m going to show her. All the ways I’ll make her beg.
Her pleasure is exquisite, and we haven’t even scratched the surface of her desire.
I rest a hand on her leg, calming her. “Relax,” I tell her. “You’ll see.”
The driver opens my door, and I get out, leading Avery after me. I’ve taken her by the hand, not the leash on her pretty collar, I don’t want to overwhelm her right away. But still, that dark sense of possession is already twisting to life inside me, and just the sight of her so wide-eyed and eager to learn is making me hard.
But I have big plans for tonight.
We’re at the back entrance to a nondescript townhouse in an exclusive part of the city. There are no signs or markings at the door, but when I push it open, a beautiful woman dressed in a designer gown greets me immediately. “Welcome,” she says expectantly.
I produce a slim card with my membership. She smiles. “Please, go right ahead. Let me know if there’s any way I can be of service to you, tonight…”
Her gaze lingers, but I’m not interested in her services. Avery is the only one I’m focused on, as I take her by the hand and lead her down the elegant hallway, to where the space opens into a dimly lit bar area. It’s styled like an old-fashioned speakeasy, all Art Deco gilt edgings and brocade wallpaper, with a polished bar and liquor bottles glinting from a mirrored wall. Tonight, there are a couple of dozen people already here, in pairs and groups, murmuring hushed conversation in dim corners.
Avery follows me, looking eagerly around. “Oh, this place is cute,” she says, sounding relieved, and I smile at her innocence.
