squeezed her shoulder.
His touch
felt good. Too good. He watched her closely and
touched her too easily. A slight tremor ran through her, and she edged away
from him. He glanced down at her, focused on her a minute, then removed his
hand.
And then
she felt lonely. Frak .
As the
subs stayed silent, the Doms discussed plans for the
following week and upcoming events. When no waitress appeared, they designated
two subs to fetch drinks. Then two of the Doms asked
for Alex's opinion on a scene across the room, some sort of knife stuff that
sounded appallingly bloody.
“All
right,” Alex told them, then looked down at her. “ MacKensie , do you want to see this?”
“I get to
choose?” Wasn't he supposed to make all the decisions?
He smiled,
his hand cupping her cheek. “I know you don't mind blood, but I don't know how
you feel about one person deliberately cutting another.”
She
shuddered. That didn't sound at all pleasant.
“And
there's my answer.” Alex rose. “Remain here. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
Not a
problem. Just after he walked away, she realized she'd missed her chance to ask
a vital question: where was the restroom? Her bladder felt like an overinflated
balloon, and the tight skirt made it worse. She looked around. Two Doms , one Domme , and a handful of
subs remained. The other subs wore clothing much like hers, although one was
completely naked. Another wore only jeweled clamps on her nipples— ouch —with a chain running between them,
and a very skimpy thong.
Mac shook
her head in wonder. Apparently she'd gotten off lightly when Alex had chosen
her outfit.
Clothing
or not, she still had to pee. When a gorgeous brunette kneeling beside the
adjacent chair looked over, Mac asked, “Are we allowed to go to the bathroom?
I'm dying here.”
Expressionless,
the brunette eyed Mac. Then she smiled slightly and pointed. “The restrooms are
across the room. You should be able to get there and back before the Doms return.”
“Thanks.”
After pushing to her feet, Mac hurried across the room, past two flogging
scenes and one man touching some electrical thing to intimate places on his male
sub. Looked painful as all get-out.
Once she'd
used the toilet and managed to wiggle her skirt back into place, she retraced
her steps, using the St. Andrew's cross as her heading.
Halfway
there, a hefty Dom in battered leathers stopped her. “Brown
top, red skirt, medium height, yellow-brown hair. You must be MacKensie .”
Mac
blinked. “Um. Yes.”
“Good
enough. I got your safe word and conditions.” He snapped a metal handcuff on
her, whipped her around, and put one on the other wrist, just like in a cop show.
And just like a show, he pushed her forward.
“Hey, let
go!” Mac tried to jerk away, but he had a good grip on her and must have
outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. She raised her voice. “I don't know
you. Let go of me.” She kicked out at him without managing to hit anything
vital, and suddenly the hand clamped around her arm felt like Arlene's. Dragging her to the closet. Helpless . Her hands chilled. “No no no !”
He cut off
her screams by stuffing a rubber ball into her mouth, securing the elastic band
behind her head. With her hands restrained, she couldn't fight, couldn't get it
off.
“C'mon,
little bitch. Time for punishment.” Letting go of her,
he shoved her ahead of him toward a scene area that held a stockade-like thing.
Horror ran
through her at the sight of the single hole in the board. Not designed to
restrain a person's hands, but their neck. A short whip lay on the floor beside
it. No no no .
Whirling, she kicked out at the man and nailed his thigh.
He yelled
and grabbed her arm, one huge hand raised. Turning her face away, she braced
herself for the blow. For the pain.
Chapter Six
It never
came.
“I believe
we have a problem here.” Alex's voice. He had caught
the man's wrist, held it frozen in the air.
Relief
swirled through Mac so fast, her
His touch
felt good. Too good. He watched her closely and
touched her too easily. A slight tremor ran through her, and she edged away
from him. He glanced down at her, focused on her a minute, then removed his
hand.
And then
she felt lonely. Frak .
As the
subs stayed silent, the Doms discussed plans for the
following week and upcoming events. When no waitress appeared, they designated
two subs to fetch drinks. Then two of the Doms asked
for Alex's opinion on a scene across the room, some sort of knife stuff that
sounded appallingly bloody.
“All
right,” Alex told them, then looked down at her. “ MacKensie , do you want to see this?”
“I get to
choose?” Wasn't he supposed to make all the decisions?
He smiled,
his hand cupping her cheek. “I know you don't mind blood, but I don't know how
you feel about one person deliberately cutting another.”
She
shuddered. That didn't sound at all pleasant.
“And
there's my answer.” Alex rose. “Remain here. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
Not a
problem. Just after he walked away, she realized she'd missed her chance to ask
a vital question: where was the restroom? Her bladder felt like an overinflated
balloon, and the tight skirt made it worse. She looked around. Two Doms , one Domme , and a handful of
subs remained. The other subs wore clothing much like hers, although one was
completely naked. Another wore only jeweled clamps on her nipples— ouch —with a chain running between them,
and a very skimpy thong.
Mac shook
her head in wonder. Apparently she'd gotten off lightly when Alex had chosen
her outfit.
Clothing
or not, she still had to pee. When a gorgeous brunette kneeling beside the
adjacent chair looked over, Mac asked, “Are we allowed to go to the bathroom?
I'm dying here.”
Expressionless,
the brunette eyed Mac. Then she smiled slightly and pointed. “The restrooms are
across the room. You should be able to get there and back before the Doms return.”
“Thanks.”
After pushing to her feet, Mac hurried across the room, past two flogging
scenes and one man touching some electrical thing to intimate places on his male
sub. Looked painful as all get-out.
Once she'd
used the toilet and managed to wiggle her skirt back into place, she retraced
her steps, using the St. Andrew's cross as her heading.
Halfway
there, a hefty Dom in battered leathers stopped her. “Brown
top, red skirt, medium height, yellow-brown hair. You must be MacKensie .”
Mac
blinked. “Um. Yes.”
“Good
enough. I got your safe word and conditions.” He snapped a metal handcuff on
her, whipped her around, and put one on the other wrist, just like in a cop show.
And just like a show, he pushed her forward.
“Hey, let
go!” Mac tried to jerk away, but he had a good grip on her and must have
outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. She raised her voice. “I don't know
you. Let go of me.” She kicked out at him without managing to hit anything
vital, and suddenly the hand clamped around her arm felt like Arlene's. Dragging her to the closet. Helpless . Her hands chilled. “No no no !”
He cut off
her screams by stuffing a rubber ball into her mouth, securing the elastic band
behind her head. With her hands restrained, she couldn't fight, couldn't get it
off.
“C'mon,
little bitch. Time for punishment.” Letting go of her,
he shoved her ahead of him toward a scene area that held a stockade-like thing.
Horror ran
through her at the sight of the single hole in the board. Not designed to
restrain a person's hands, but their neck. A short whip lay on the floor beside
it. No no no .
Whirling, she kicked out at the man and nailed his thigh.
He yelled
and grabbed her arm, one huge hand raised. Turning her face away, she braced
herself for the blow. For the pain.
Chapter Six
It never
came.
“I believe
we have a problem here.” Alex's voice. He had caught
the man's wrist, held it frozen in the air.
Relief
swirled through Mac so fast, her
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