Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
What the actual fuck does he mean by bondage? Does he expect me to turn up to the date tied up in a mummy suit with a ball gag in my mouth? Bondage is what you do, not what you wear. At least that’s what I thought. Not that I would really know, I suppose. I’ve never been with a kinky bastard before I met Mr. Masters.
I soon find myself walking through the heavy metal door of the sex shop, anyway. It’s completely soundproofed and the windows are painted over. A porno is playing on the televisions displayed on the walls. It’s 9:30 a.m. Jeez, these guys are hardcore. I glance up and see a girl on a bed. She’s on her hands and knees with three naked men standing over her. God, this place is seedy.
“Can I help you?” the young man asks. He looks about nineteen, like he’s straight out of school. What the hell is he doing here?
Does your mother know where you work, young man?
“No, thank you. Just browsing.”
I really do need his help but I’m not dealing with him explaining to me the ropes of bondage while literally showing me the ropes of bondage. The back wall is filled with whips, chains, and all kinds of tools that look like they belong in an archaeological dig up. I see a photo of a woman tied up, suspended from the ceiling. The ropes are wound around her breasts so tight they’ve turned her flesh blue. Surely that can’t be fucking healthy for breast tissue? I fold my arms over my chest, somewhat uncomfortable with what I’m seeing. What the hell does he think he’s actually going to do to me, anyway?
I take out my phone. I’m calling him. I’m not into this. He is not doing that to my boobs. Over my dead body is he doing that shit. I dial his number, and he answers on the first ring.
“Good morning, my beautiful Bree,” his deep voice purrs.
I smile goofily and put my head down so the young guy can’t hear me. “I’m in the sex shop,” I whisper.
“Are you?” He replies sexily.
“I don’t know what bondage is, but I assure you that you are not bruising my boobs.”
He chuckles. “And I can assure you that there will be no marks left behind.”
“Jules, no,” I whisper.
He chuckles again. “Only buy what you’re comfortable with.”
I glance over and see a huge black strap-on dildo. "Fine. I'm going to get a huge strap-on dildo and fuck you up the ass."
He bursts out laughing. “I can also assure you that is not happening. I don’t take it up the ass. Yours, however, is up for discussion.”
“It is not!”
“I’ve got to go to court now, babe. See you tonight.” He hangs up.
I frown. Great lot of help he was. Judge Pervert, that’s what he is.
A young woman comes out from the back room, walking in my direction with a smile on her face. “Do you need some help?”
“Umm.” I frown. “I suppose. I’m looking for something bondage-y that doesn’t look like that.” I point to the photo of the poor woman who has been turned into a rolled roast.
“You’re more of a dabbler, I take it.”
I nod. “Yes. I’m definitely dabbling, but not...” I wave my arms around. “Bruising.”
She narrows her eyes as she looks around. "Okay. Over here we have some really cute black leather lace-up lingerie sets. You could maybe get some handcuffs or something to go with them."
“Yes, that. That I can do.”
I wait in the park for Emerson. It’s Tuesday lunchtime and she is on her lunch break. We haven’t been seeing each other as much as we would like to. Not since she met Alastar and I began sneaking around with Julian. In a bid to solve that problem, I’ve started making lunch for us both on a morning and meeting her here each day.
“Hello, my beautiful friend.” I smile as she drops down onto the picnic blanket beside me. I open her a can of drink and put the straw in for her, passing it over with a smile.
“I’m missing you.” She frowns.
“I know, me too.” I hand her a sandwich.
“How’s work going?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”
We chew our food. “How’s your spunky boss?”
I smile, I’m going to try and ease her into the idea of Julian and I. “Spunky?”
She watches me, waiting for more information.
“We watched Terminator together the other night.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The room was dark and the kids were on the floor in front of us.”
She frowns as she chews. “And?”
“He used my foot to wank himself off.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "What?"
“He grabbed my foot under the blanket, and then he rubbed it over his hard cock.”