Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
The cab driver has to help me out of the back seat and up onto my feet when we pull up outside mine, but I’m laughing as I tip him and say goodnight.
Wow, what an evening.
Chicken casserole and pigtails are a distant memory now. I’m too consumed by painful adventures and the quest for more, more, more.
Being with Mark and Viv has awakened an old fire in me – one that I want stoking, quick sharp.
Time to get looking through my proposals.
Chapter Fifteen
“Are you deadly sure you’re serious about this? That area can get sticky. I’m not saying that lightly, either.”
“I’m positive,” I tell Ebony onscreen. “It’s always been a thing of mine. Always. Since Connor’s gone, I just haven’t really thought about it all that much. I’ve been kinda busy with other hot dreams.”
I’m laughing, but she’s not. Her piercing eyes are jabbing so hard, I feel like a kid on trial.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I already had all these items ticked on my naughty list. It’s no real shocker.”
“It’s one thing having some options ticked on your list amongst a load of others. It’s another starring a load of hardcore ones on purpose to bring the punters in.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to Eb about my decision to flash my interests so brightly for the clients to see, but I was mega excited. It’s a profile feature I only just found out about – starring naughty list options you’re particularly keen on. The system keeps opening up further and further before my eyes…
“I can always back out, can’t I? And I can always unstar them,” I say to Eb, and she shrugs.
“Well, yeah, of course, but if you want the reviews you won’t. And I know you. You’ll want the reviews at any cost.”
She’s right. She is coming to know me very well, and yes, I do want the reviews at any cost.
“I won’t baulk and flee from BDSM regardless,” I tell her. “I know what I’m up for.”
“Yeah, and you must be up for a damn lot if this list is serious. Your profile is showing an awful lot of starred options, there for the taking.”
She’s got a point. Maybe I did star a big list of items impulsively when I got back in from Viv and Mark’s place, but the feelings are still there inside me – and every option I starred was on my original list anyway.
I want BDSM. I love BDSM. I love to feel out of control, and I love the thrill and the subspace of the pain. Of true submission. Why not get paid for it?
Eb holds her hands up. “It’s none of my business really, I’m only looking out for you.”
I smile at her. “I know that.”
“Really though. How are you going to feel when you rock up to an anonymous client’s house who has a dungeon, binds you up in it and beats you until you’re a quaking, quivering mess?”
I laugh. “Brilliant. I’m sure I’ll feel brilliant.”
She points through the screen at me with a smirk. “Now that is false bravado, and you know it. You’ll be shitting yourself.”
I suck on some of my strawberry milkshake, fresh from my shopping trip earlier. I’ve stocked up on new shoes, and a couple of new bodices and… an O-ring collar. I want to be a sub crawling around on my knees.
Eb is right, of course. I’m not so much of an idiot that I don’t know I’ll be crapping myself as soon as a decent fantasy offering comes to life. I’m just high and happy. It’s a feeling of lightness I haven’t known in years. Optimistic about the future. No worries, just dreams…
“You do BDSM yourself, right?” I ask Eb.
“Yeah, to a degree. Not anything like this degree, though. The kids would notice.”
“I haven’t ticked the cane option. I’m playing it safe on that.”
“Whoopty doo. How about the rest of it? Ready? Let’s hear it in its full glory.” She clears her throat. “Bondage – extreme. Hands, feet, leg spreaders, tits, gag, dog on a lead, blindfold. Standing, doggy, flat. Tit torture – slapping, paddle, crop, clamps. Pussy torture – slapping, paddle, crop, clamps. General – hand, flogger, dressage whip, crop, paddle. Bruising – yes, acceptable. Tolerance – mid to high.”
Ok, it does sound a lot when she says it like that, but nothing is too out of bounds. Ha. Another ironic word choice.
“I’ve done those before,” I tell her. “Every single one of them.”
“Not while someone is in total control and paying for it. Do you definitely know what mid to high even means?”
“Yes! I do! I checked out the chat threads before I starred the options.”
“When you were horny?” she asks. I don’t answer, and she laughs, rolling her eyes. “You did, didn’t you? You checked them out when you were already horny, and you starred your profile then. Were you fingering yourself while you did it?”