Chapter Twenty-Four - Doll

Liz’s POV

That was how we ended up meeting Lycan Max’s representative in a city a hundred miles away. I was wearing a wig and fake tan, my look a bold one including winged eyeliner.

Michael had permitted me to cut his hair. I wasn’t much of a stylist but it would have to do. Then we went shopping for suitable gear.

All of it took me back to a place I didn’t want to be. Yet some of my memories had been replaced by Byron’s take on discipline.

“Can we pull this off, do you think?” he asked.

“Please don’t get carried away in the scene,” was my reply.

We’d decided to do a live demo in front of the lycanthrope, involving spanking and the use of certain props.

“You’ve always been gorgeous,” he said. “How could I hurt someone as lovely as you?”

The spectre of Ernest was there between us. Yet I had learned something I didn’t know before. Michael was sweet on me. Was that why he’d absented himself for so long?

He didn’t ask me to talk about it but soon I was telling him the sordid details: no s