Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Sometimes, I wish he’d break them. Give in to desire.
Give in to me.
But he doesn’t. That’s not what we have. We’re locked together but still enemies. Ours is a careful game, based on the threat of mutual assured destruction. I need to get close enough to poison him without him finding out.
That’s all.
He dresses me in a loose white skirt and top that’s almost modest, until I check the mirror and realize the fabric is so light, the hot pink rope he’s bound me in shows through.
Once we’re parked outside the club, he adds the final touches. First is a sleek, hot pink mask that does little more than frame my eyes. He dons his own mask—the skull bandana he was wearing the first time I saw him.
The sight of it makes me quiver. He’s dressed the same, too, in jeans and a black shirt.
The last thing he does is fasten a white ribbon around my neck. I hold still. It feels important. He gazes at it like it means something.
I go to touch it, and he catches my wrist. “Behave.” He holds up a pink ball gag and then pockets it. I get the warning; he’ll gag me if I’m disobedient.
I’m too distracted to sass back. He’s parked his Jeep a block away, but I can see the long line of people waiting to get into the club from here. He guides me down the sidewalk with his hand clamped on the back of my neck, and I’m glad of it. We pass a few burly men in skull masks, and he nods to them in greeting. They nod back. I can feel their eyes on me, studying the ribbon around my throat, and I’m even more grateful for Kaiser’s claiming touch. I’m supposed to be a badass, but I’ve never been to a club before, and it’s all a little overwhelming. Wearing the outfit he dressed me in—the see-through fabric, the way air drafts up my skirt, reminding me that I’m not wearing underwear—makes me feel small. Submissive.
But I like it.
We bypass the people waiting in line behind a velvet rope and go inside. I stop in my tracks, staring at the sights. Outside, people were in long coats, even though it’s still summer and pretty humid. Inside, right in the lobby, they’ve shed the shielding garments and strut around, showing off outfits even more revealing than mine. There are bustiers and babydoll nightgowns, sequin lingerie and stilettos. The club attendants are in neon latex catsuits. A domme walks by, leading three submissives, wearing cock cages and nothing else, on a leash.
I’ve never seen so many dicks in my life. Or nipples. Or butt plugs! A cute submissive in a baby doll dress that barely covers her privates walks by and gives me a smile. When she turns away, I see the sparkly pink jewel winking between her ass cheeks, and my first thought is that it would match my harness.
YOLO!
I would stay stalled out in the door for a long time, but Kaiser propels me forward. “Eyes on me, little bride. Or do I need to blindfold you?”
I stare up at him, letting him maneuver me around. I want to look around, but obeying him this way makes me hot.
We enter a bar area where he orders a drink. He sets me on a stool and lets me taste the liquor, which burns my tongue. He’s standing close, blocking my view of the room. I plead with him with my gaze, and he relents with a smirk.
“You can look around now.”
I do, and stifle a gasp. The room is full of people in creepy devil masks. Mostly men, though I do spot a petite woman with beautiful full sleeve tattoos on her arms. She’s in a wheelchair, holding a stein of frothy beer. On her finger is a skull ring with dark red jewels in the eye sockets.
Across the room, there’s a big man with a willowy woman sitting on his lap. He has a skull ring with blue jewels in the eye sockets, and she has a silver collar with a matching blue jewel around her neck.
Kaiser sees who I’m staring at. “An elita,” he tells me. His hand is on my thigh, stroking under my skirt. I’m already aching to come, and his touch makes it unbearable.
I look around for someone else in a white ribbon, but I don’t see one. I do see two more women and one man in silver collars. And there’s a trio of submissives with black ribbons around their neck. Two are masc-presenting and one is more femme. They’re with a bare-chested man who’s lounging on a couch by the door.
One of them holds his drink until he’s ready for it. The other two are cuddled close to him, staring up at him in adoration.