“Did he tell you why?” Master probed, his eyes scanning my face.
“No.”
“Did you ask?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I frowned. “Because it isn’t my place to question his instruction.”
This time, Master did smile, and a second later, Sir joined him, also wearing a grin.
Sir put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him. When his mouth met mine, he thrust his tongue past my lips and kissed me roughly. I sighed against him, grateful for his return.
“I’m proud of you, sweet girl,” Sir whispered as he stared down into my eyes.
I studied his face momentarily, trying to read his mind. I could tell he approved of my reaction and then I realized why.
“That was a test, wasn’t it?” I asked, feeling as though I’d been played.
“It was. And you passed.”
His answer didn’t make me feel any better.
“Why the frown, pet?” Master asked, moving to stand beside Sir.
“I don’t like to be tested,” I admitted truthfully.
“Well, then you’re not gonna like a lot of things,” Sir said, chuckling. “Come on. I’ve got something in mind for you.”
Swallowing hard, I glanced between both men, slightly wary of what they intended to do to me. Then again, I think I was more intrigued than anything else.
Not that I was going to let them know that.
•
Sir led me upstairs to the main floor, but we didn’t stop. We continued up another flight of stairs to the second floor. This one was the exact opposite of the dungeon, despite it still being dark. The blue lights cast an eerie glow over the faces of those wandering around, giving it an erotic ambience. Well, that mixed with the people in various stages of undress.
“Come here, sweet girl,” Sir said, directing me over to an empty corner.
I instantly noticed the restraints dangling from the ceiling and more on the floor. A tremor vibrated through my body at the thought of being restrained here, in front of all these people.
“Remove your skirt and boots, pet,” Sir instructed.
I inhaled sharply, my nervousness causing me to pause.
Sir turned to face me. “Are you defying me already?”
My eyes darted up to his face. “No, Sir.”
“Good. Then do as I asked.”
Swallowing hard, I decided to ignore the fact that there were people everywhere, a few of them having already started moving toward us, gathering in a semicircle around us.
I reached for the zipper on my skirt but paused.
Sir came over, tilting my head back so that I was staring into his hazel eyes.
“Who is your master?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Who do you wish to please?”
“Only you, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.”
“So, you’re aware you can use it any time you feel you need to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His voice was hard, his eyes penetrating straight through me. “Unless you intend to use it, I expect you to strip. Now.”
I nodded, my hands trembling.
“Your only focus should be on me. I am the only person who matters in this entire building. Only me.”
My head jerked in an understanding nod; still, I was frozen.
“You have to trust me, pet. That’s all I ask of you.”
I did trust him. It was myself I didn’t trust. The thought of all these strangers watching me come…it was terrifying. It made me feel incredibly vulnerable. Too vulnerable.
“I’ll give you two more seconds. If you don’t do as I asked, I will punish you, and I promise, that will be far worse than anything I intend to do to you here.”
That spurred me into gear and I instantly leaned down and removed my left boot, then my right before unzipping my skirt and removing it. I handed my clothes to Sir and he placed them on a small table near the wall. I fought the urge to cover myself, knowing Sir wouldn’t like that.
When he returned to my side, he kissed me sweetly. It melted my insides, and for a brief moment, I forgot that I was standing naked in the middle of a BDSM club while people watched.
Someone cleared their throat.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t completely forget. But I did maintain my focus, looking only at Sir, willing everyone else to fade away.
The next thing I knew, Sir was tugging me toward the restraints that hung from chains hooked to large beams in the ceiling.
“Turn around,” he stated firmly.
I did, and once again, I was facing the crowd, my naked body on full display.
Sir went to work hooking my wrists to the cuffs above me, then my ankles to the ones in the floor. The position had my body in the shape of an X and I scanned the crowd, wondering what they saw when they looked at me. Did they find the sight of my nakedness a turn-on? Or were they focusing on my every flaw?
Those were questions that continued to flood my mind, making me nervous, on the verge of panic. I could hear them murmuring to one another and I couldn’t help thinking they were talking about me.
