Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
But I read a lot of sex, and though Lily doesn’t write BDSM specifically, I’ve read many BDSM sex scenes. Part of my job is to stay on top of the genre and let Lily know what trends are coming and going.
The BDSM trend? It’s always coming.
“We’re done for tonight, Mandy.”
I try not to let my disappointment show. “Whatever you say, sir.”
He kisses my forehead, like he always does.
So that’s it? We’re back to being BFFs? I’m standing here naked, his pants are undone, he just had his dick inside me, and we’re BFFs again?
Fine. I’ll play this game. I’ll go at his pace. It’s probably best anyway, since I’m so inexperienced.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a class at Treasure’s Chest.
Then I remember. Mary.
She’s here. She’s here at Black Rose Underground.
I’ll go see her tomorrow. I have no idea if she recognized me. I’ll go in and sign up for the class. I’ll suck it up and deal with her, even though she’s been intimate with the man I love.
Jackson snaps up his jeans and hands me my clothes, including the corset. Because I never took it off after I left the shop, I’m not sure how to lace it up myself. Mary said I’d be able to do it with practice, but I’ve essentially had no practice. Do I dare ask Jack for help?
After donning my jeans and pumps, I wiggle into the corset, snap the closures, and take hold of the laces.
Jack walks to me, closes his hands over mine, and takes the laces. “Let me,” he says gruffly.
I nod.
He tightens the laces gently, almost too gently.
“Jack, you can—”
He meets my gaze sternly. “Quiet.”
I obey him. We’re still in the club, after all.
He continues gently, inch by inch. Is he waiting for me to tell him when? Maybe he is. But he’s going to have to speak first.
Finally he stops and ties the laces.
It’s not nearly as tight as Mary secured it this afternoon, but I stay silent. After all, he did tell me to be quiet, and we’re still in his place.
“There,” he says.
I nod.
“Ready?”
I nod again, pick up my white sweater, and put it on around the corset.
“Come on, then.” He takes my hand—his is so warm and big—and leads me out of the room, down the hallway, and back into the main area of the club.
It’s happening now. The club is much more crowded than when we got here. Apparently these clubbers like to start late.
So much I don’t know. Sure, I read the scenes in romance novels, but they don’t depict the clubs. Not usually, anyway. It’s usually a bedroom. Or an at-home dungeon.
We breeze through the club, Jackson waving to a few people who say hello, and before I know it, we’re in the stark hallway after saying goodbye to Claude.
“Everything okay, Mandy?”
I nod.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
I say nothing. Did he forget that he told me to be quiet?
“Mandy…”
I lift my eyebrows at him.
“Why aren’t you—” A broad smile splits his face. “You may speak,” he says. “I’ll take you home now.”
I return his smile. “As you wish, sir.”
“You don’t have to call me that anymore.”
“We’re still at the club.”
“No, we’re in the hallway leading to the club.”
We don’t speak much as we get back to my apartment. Was it only last night that he camped out at my apartment? Only to leave before morning?
It certainly wasn’t the first time Jack showed up at my place. It was the first time he ended up in my bedroom, staring at me.
Always the gentleman, he walks me to my door, takes the key from me, and slides it through the reader.
“You good?” he says.
“I am…”
Sir. The name sits so easily on my lips, but Jack told me not to call him sir outside the club.
Why do I want to?
It’s the strangest feeling.
“Yeah?”
“I’m fine, Jack.” I clear my throat. “Roger’s going to go nuts if we don’t open the door soon. You want some coffee or anything?”
He reaches toward me, fingers a lock of my hair. “No. Not tonight.”
“All right. Good night, Jack.”
“Good night.”
I walk in, give my dog a few scratches on the head, and then I unlace and unhook the corset, setting it on my table. Ah…sweet breath of air. I like the feel of the corset, but it’s nice to take it off and relax. I grab a jacket, zip it up, and take Roger down for a quick pee and poop. When I return to the apartment, I shed the jacket. Topless, I amble around the kitchen and make myself a cup of chamomile tea. I need to relax.
I need to get Jack and the club out of my mind. If I don’t, I’m never going to be able to go to sleep.
I sip the tea slowly, but then I jerk at the sound of my door opening.