Enslaved by Shoshanna Evers Page A

little issue of his own—”
    “It’s not an issue, any more than you being into dudes is an issue. It’s just how I’m wired, how he’s wired.” She sat down and let him start applying dramatic black eyeliner to her lower lids. “I bet you would say you knew you were gay since you were a child, right?”
    “Why you think I’m gay?” he gasped, and pulled away the eyeliner so he wouldn’t poke her when she started laughing. “So you sayin’ you’ve been up in this business since you was a kid. And so was Trevor.”
    “I can’t speak for Trevor, but I’ve always been fascinated by kink, even before I knew what kink was. I’m not ashamed of it. I just go with it, I own it, like you do. I’m a flaming kinkster, how’s that?”
    Julian raised his eyebrows and laughed. “Pucker up, baby girl,” he said, and applied lip gloss. Pink, to match the heels.

    A n hour later, Elisabeth walked down the hallway to the main staircase, which she descended so slowly anyone watching her would think she was hesitant about going to the dining room, when really she was more afraid of tumbling down the stairs to her death. Maybe next time she’d take off her heels and walk down barefoot, then put them back on before anyone noticed.
    “You look amazing.” Trevor’s voice at the bottom of the stairs surprised her, and she grasped the polished wooden railing for support.
    “Julian’s great.”
    “He has a lovely canvas to start with,” he said, and took her hand to help her down the last step. “I’m enjoying seeing you in clothing.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    Trevor paused and looked at her. “Remember how I said we weren’t dating, and that you were here as my guest only?”
    Flushing, she nodded. It had humiliated her, especially with the quick spank that went with the words. “Don’t worry sir. I remember. We’re not dating, I’m working for you as your—”
    Trevor stopped the words sex-slave from escaping her lips by kissing her, hard and deep. “Oh, Elisabeth, I’m sorry.” He looked chagrined, a look she’d never seen on his face before. “I didn’t mean to kiss you without your consent,” he said, pulling back.
    “You have my consent. I’ve been wanting you to steal a kiss for a while now,” she admitted, and stood up on her heels, offering him her lips once more. “Letting me manage that charity money, I think you more than earned a kiss.”
    “I hope I haven’t bought you,” he whispered, holding her close. “I want you to want me for more than that.”
    Excitement fluttered within her stomach. This was what all the fuss was about, when people talked about crushes and relationships and falling for someone. And as much as it would hurt when it all ended, she was having the time of her life right now.
    “I do, sir. Absolutely.”
    “I take back what I said that first night. I want to date you, starting tonight. You look too beautiful to keep inside—I want to show you off. And you don’t need to call me Master or Sir unless we’re in D/s mode.”
    D/s mode? What any other modes were there?
    “I don’t understand, sir—um, Trevor.”
    “Don’t you ever want to relax a little?” he asked. “When I have sex, I want it to be fun. I like toys, I like bondage. I love that you get wet from even the thought of pain.”
    “We are good together in the bedroom,” she agreed.
    “But sometimes I want to just go out on a date with a girl I like. A girl who happens to trust me, and obey me.”
    “I thought we were staying in?” She asked that because it was surely better than informing him that obedience was not her strong suit, since disobedience got her what she wanted much faster. He’d find out the more time he spent with her . . . soon enough, she supposed.
    And then she’d see if he really did find her worth a price above rubies. Probably not. Only Gregory didn’t mind her disobedience, because he loved devising punishments for her.
    “Penny for your thoughts,” he