He came around the bar and embraced Jordan in a brotherly hug where men like to pat each other extremely hard on the back. "It has, Jack. Are you through finding yourself after Molly fucked us both over?"Jordan asked.I saw Jack's jaw tightened and knew he still held some resentment over whatever had happened. I knew I should not eavesdrop on the conversation, especially since I had to strain my ears to hear it, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. "I don't wish for her demise anymore. I wish for a life of torture now, so I'm getting there," Jack said harshly.Jordan nodded sympathetically and patted him on the back again. "You'll get there, and I know just what you need. An excellent sub, with just enough challenge to keep you interested but not enough to drive you to insanity."Jack looked me up and down, then raised his eyebrows at Jordan. Jordan just laughed and shook his head. "No, not her. She's all Reeds and you know how he is, does not share well with others.""Pit
I tore my gaze from Master Tom and looked into Jordan's eyes, they begged me to believe him and to get myself under control. I took a deep breath and nodded my understanding. Jordan returned the nod. He took his own deep breath before picking me up hastily and draping me over the counter. I only began to panic when he lifted the backside of my dress baring my bottom to the whole club. I began to struggle and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "Oh no, you don't. You will stay there until I say otherwise and yes, everyone walking by can take a gander at your naked ass. Reed really had a wonderful idea when he picked out the bright red thong."Jordan said. I struggled harder against the arm he threw over me as he sat next to my legs. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap against my bared ass making me cry out before I could hold it back and to my horror, I felt slightly turned on by the whole thing. "Stay still," he snapped out. "Now, Reed mentioned how much you liked spankings, so I won't bothe
A Dom was tying up his sub to an x like cross causing the sub to be spread eagle. She was a petite little thing so, at first, her feet barely touched the floor. I noticed her Master redid the restrains until she was flat-footed. He pulled them tight, and I noticed how her breathing picked up when she tried to move and couldn't. I was innocent enough that I panicked for a second, then I noticed her Dom stepped up to talk to her for a minute. Her breathing immediately calmed down and she smiled at him to show she was doing fine. The man picked up a whip with a small handle and a bunch of little straps hanging from it. "It's called a flogger. It's one of the main reasons for a St. Andrews cross is to either be whipped or flogged. For this young lady she only likes the gentle flogger," said a voice directly in my ear. I turned to find a big hefty guy that I hadn't notice before who was sitting a little too close to me. He was wearing a cheap-looking leather vest and a pair of leather pa
"That is how a true Dom handles his sub," Reed growled and shoved him against the bar. The man came back at him swinging, which Reed ducked with practiced ease as if he'd been doing it for years. Enraged the idiot swung again only to hit air once more and this time fall to the ground when Reed sidestepped it. A foot came down onto his back and I looked up to see Master Jordan and Master Jack there. "I'd stay down if I were you, boy," Master Jack said in his low dangerous voice. The air deflated out of the man as he laid his head on the floor. Obviously, he was not too stupid to know when he had been defeated. All the eyes around us turned towards me and I dropped mine back to the floor as swiftly as possible."Rise, Mia," Reed ordered in the same steady tone. I could feel the anger in him as if it were its own separate entity and I was ashamed knowing I'd done something wrong. I rose as quickly and as gracefully as I could when my knees were knocking together. I put my hands behind
"Is it an actual collar?""Sometimes, but more often enough since Masters hate them being taken off, we save the leather collars for here or at home. Usually, it's more just a symbolic piece of jewelry, like a necklace," he explained. "So, when you decollar someone, it's like breaking that contract and you two go your separate ways. For a sub, this can be a very hard thing to handle especially if they don't have someone else to lean on afterward."I felt a ping of sympathy for Nina suddenly. Her Master was going to just send her packing and she had no one to help her get through it. I brushed it away as she probably would have had someone there if she had not been such a complete and utter bitch. I erased all thoughts of her out of my head and snuggled closer to Reed, all that mattered now was Reed was here and he was free. "I'd like to do that with you, Mia," he said quietly in my ear."What do you mean?" I said frightened. Did he want to break our contract? Was he planning on leav
"I really should be getting home," I said for the hundredth time.I reluctantly followed my best friend Lizzie towards the entrance. This was apparently an exclusive night club that she just couldn't wait to introduce me to and had been bugging me about it all night."No! Come on, we're almost there," she said hurriedly.She grabbed my arm and began dragging me past the line of young women dressed in... Well, absolutely nothing really. To give them credit they had a few scraps on mostly in the form of gothic corsets and cloth that was supposed to be miniskirts even though they barely made it to the cloth category. "Wannabees," Lizzie spat out in disgust."And how are we any different?" I asked as I gestured to our outfits, she had insisted we wear. Though I have to admit the green lace corset she shoved me into did emphasize the green in my eyes, what little there was; but it also greatly emphasizes my bust and believe me at a D cup size that is not exactly a good thing. Also, I cou
"Did you see him?" Chrissy said, leaning against the door jamb of my windowless office. "Who?" I asked, barely even bothering to look up from my computer. Chrissy was one of those office girls that believed the only way to improve her position was to flirt and/or sleep with any male that would be able to advance her position. Since she was my supervisor, a position she shoved in my face as often as she could, and she started a year after I did then I would have to say she must have been pretty active. So even though I knew who she was talking about, I also knew it irritated her to no end that she thought I was only half-listening to her. "Oh my God, Mia. Could you be any more oblivious?" she spouted with undisguised contempt. She was, of course, talking about Reed Callaghan the new owner of 'Bean Me'. We were the largest coffee bean distributor in Oregon. It was where I'd worked as an underpaid slave, I mean a secretaries' assistant. I was Chrissy's assistant, and my job was to hel
With another truly irritated sound rolling off my lips, I got up and began gathering my equipment, my laptop to take notes on, my cell phone and my very necessary coffee. Walking through the office as briskly as I could, my eyes snagged a man standing over in the corner of the meeting room chatting with Lizzie. When she looked over at me and wiggled her eyebrows, I couldn't help but smile. This man was nothing short of prince-charming-handsome, that is, if prince charming were ever an ex-navy seal and looked like he could wrestle a bear with his bare hands. That was something I had no doubt this man could do, and he had to be ex-military something, with the way his blonde hair was trimmed close to this head and his eyes seemingly not missing anything. He was almost a full 4 inches taller than Lizzie if she had not been wearing her classic three-inch stilettos. His smile was so gorgeous, it has probably been known to stop a heart or two in his time and helped to soften the hard edges o