Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I slowly strip her clothing, paying close attention to more sensitive zones across her body. I caress her sides gently, grip her ass tightly―only for a moment―and admire her legs as I move back up her body.
“Here’s where things get interesting,” I say finally. My words are met with a lovely shiver of anticipation from her.
I pick up a light riding crop and show it to my client. She bites her lip and nods slowly, without me even asking. She learns quickly; that’s good.
I bring her over to a chair and clip her collar to a short leash on the back of it, then sit her up on her knees, facing backwards, her ass up in the air. I slowly caress and tease her― slapping her ass lightly with my hand a few times to warm her up, then quickly and sharply swat at her pale skin with the crop. She lets out a yelp that quickly turns into a light moan.
A few more strikes and the crop leaves bright red streaks across her ass. I can see she’s squirming and starting to get positively soaked through her panties. Not my role, but I appreciate that she’s having a good time.
I look over to Evelynn’s office, and with little surprise, I see her standing, watching me with the client.
I smirk at her, staring at her as I whip my client’s ass with a calm rhythm.
I take a break from the crop and slowly caress her skin. Girls come to me and to Scarlet to be cared for more than anything. Sure, they have closet fetishes they don’t want to expose to the world for one reason or another, but it’s always more than that. This is therapy for them.
I think that’s what keeps Evelynn so determined about this job. She must realize this is important for our clients. They need to have some sort of catharsis―and for many, it’s pain or degradation.
Each of us has our specialties, too, and she’s making sure to slowly learn what those are to better help our clients. She’s fucking great at her job. That sort of dedication and willingness to learn gets to me more than any client ever could.
I decide to dig deeper in the toy chest to find a specific paddle. This one has a bright red heart on it, and I make a show of twirling it and kissing it just for Evelynn. Sure, it’s probably bad to flirt with my boss, but there’s no way in hell I could ever help myself when it comes to her.
A few swings of this paddle leaves my client panting heavily, bright red hearts scattered across her ass and hips.
“Yellow…that one is rough,” she says.
“Understandable, love. You’re doing a fantastic job with it,” I say, leaning into her, providing her warmth from my body as I feel her shake.
She moans and starts to grind her ass into my crotch, then winces from the pain and bruises I just left on her.
“I think it’s about time we wrap up,” I say, shutting that down gently as I unclip her collar from the chair and pull it off her neck. “Go home, take a bath. Take care of yourself and heal up before you come back, okay? I want that ass fresh for the marks I have for you next time.”
I embrace her fully, letting her relax against me. This is probably the most important part of my job: the aftercare. They have to feel wanted, cared for. Even if we have no real emotional connection, this is what we’re here for.
I look back at Evelynn’s office, and she’s nowhere to be seen. That draws my curiosity, for sure. As good as I am with women, I still can’t quite place what it is she needs.
And I really, really, really want to know.
Chapter 5
Evelynn
“What the fuck do you mean there’s no sex involved? That’s bullshit! I pay good money for these men, and I demand sex!”
I’m in my office when the ordeal breaks out. It was a quiet night―or rather, an uneventful night―when the screaming started. Whoever it is needed to be regulated, and since I’m the boss, well, I guess I have no choice but to handle it.
Moving quickly to the front of the club, I see the woman has stopped everyone in their tracks with her demands.
For a second or two, I stand back and observe the irate female. She’s flipping out over sex―or the lack thereof, to be specific.
Everyone who comes here knows that there’s no penetration involved. These men are not whores. They are dominants.
“Excuse me, what’s the problem here? I’m sure you realize that this is a business, and―” I barely get a sentence in before she starts screaming again.
“No, what you don’t fucking realize is that I paid good money for this, and I. Want. Sex!”