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A loud snap breaks the silence, instantly followed by a deep, guttural moan. It’s a woman hidden somewhere behind this wall of people. I slink in, my petite height allowing me to pass through without so much as an annoyed glance from the others.
I ease to the front and spot a woman bent over a punishment bench. Both hands and feet are restrained to it with thick bindings. Her dress is ripped in three places, exposing the side of her breasts.
There’s a man standing over her wearing nothing but a pair of tight leather pants. I spot the long paddle in his hand. He holds it up to her face and her body reacts to it like an animal, cowering and shaking. I crane to see more and I spot the large, red markings on her ass.
I bite my cheek.
My first instinct is to do something. She’s hurt, obviously. But no one seems to care. People aren’t speaking in cautious whispers. They’re humming words of encouragement. I look from the man to her and back again as my heart starts racing.
“This is all you are to me,” the man says to her. “Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
My nails dig deep into my arm.
He circles the bench and I flinch as he reaches out to her. My thoughts spike, thinking he’s about to strike her or worse, but he lays the back of his hand on her cheek.
She smiles.
He leans over to whisper in her ear, something soft and sweet enough to make her cheeks crease. She even laughs. It’s warm and comforting but it only lasts a moment.
The man stands up again and turns the paddle multiple times in his palm. She braces herself, locking her body in anticipation as he lays the paddle along her ass.
I almost look away. I’m glad I don’t.
As the paddle connects with her skin, she cries out with a sharp, quivering voice. I feel it so deep in me, it makes me dizzy. The submission, the pain. She’s lost all control over herself but she still looks so happy.
I breathe in, biting my lip as goosebumps tread up my back.
I want to try it.
Just once. Just to be sure. It might be horrible and terrifying but Melanie has a point. I’ve tried just about everything else and this…
I release my grip on my arm. My fingers are shaking. I should go back downstairs and find a place to sit down for a minute.
I turn, easing slowly through the crowd. Those who notice me happily shift to make room as I look to the man in leather again.
Her Dom. She must trust him completely, or else why would she even let herself be tied down like that?
Where would I even begin to find a guy like—
I slam into a body on the edge of the crowd near the stairs.
“Shit!” I say, looking up. “I’m sorry, I...”
I freeze, locking eyes with him.
The man leans back. His eyes quickly grow wide and he recognizes me the same time I do him.
Clive. The hot temp.
My fuckingemployee.
We both inhale, preparing to speak, but neither of us gets further than that. We just stare, unwittingly blocking the stairwell as we wait for the other to fucking say something.
Finally, I hop back and scoot around him, clinging to the railing as I bolt down to the first floor. I’m not stopping to chat anymore. I push through the small crowd near the entrance, thinking of nothing but getting the hell out before I run into someone else who knows who I am.
I am so fucked.
