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
After I had changed into a new set of clothes that Lizzie had brought me, which happened to be two sizes too small, I summoned up enough courage to look into the mirror only to cringe when I saw that my bright red hair had finally escaped the tight braid it had been fighting since after my shower this morning. I had to wash off my makeup, due to the coffee I assumed, seeing as it had streaked beyond repair. I cringed at the sight of my cleavage and my black bra poking out of the deep, plunging, neckline and the poor excuse for a skirt that I had to squeeze into was so tight I prayed it hid the fact I couldn't put my underwear back on since, of course, it had become a casualty of the coffee accident. Sighing in defeat, I decided that there was nothing I could do about it right now and it was time to face the music.I walked out of the ladies' room and straight to Mr. Jones' office praying silently that no one paid any attention to me in this slutty excuse for an outfit. I had no idea wh
"What?" Reed growled as he reached out and gripped my arm."What?" I echoed still reeling."What did you just say?" he said as he pulled me to him once again."I didn't say anything." My words rushed out praying to God I hadn't given voice to my thoughts, although, I could tell by how adamantly he stared at me that I probably had. "Mr. Callaghan, Ms. Johnson was just on her way to clear her desk. Let me escort her out," said Mr. Jones from directly behind me. "Oh, please God don't tell me he heard me too," I whispered to Mr. Callaghan. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up right then. "No," said Mr. Callaghan. "No?" Mr. Jones said. I could hear the confusion in his voice.When Mr. Callaghan shook his head at me, I knew that answer had been intended for me. He turned fully to Jones and addressed him. "I need to talk to Ms. Johnson, so I will escort her out. You, you will stay here because when I come back, we have much to discuss," Mr. Callaghan stated forcefully. I could h