Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
He bends down and has me step into it, pulling it up carefully so as not to tangle the black nylon strings. Once he gets it in place, he starts tightening it. So much that it makes me whimper. “I won’t be able to breathe,” I say, flattening my hand across my stomach while he jerks my body back and forth as he laces it up.
Again, he ignores me.
Once done, he goes to another box and pulls out a pair of black Dior heels. They’re gorgeous. Platform style with at least a six-inch skinny heel. Bending down, he lifts one foot at a time, sliding them on.
“Tyson.” I grip his shoulders once they’re in place. “I can’t work in these all night.” Is he punishing me for last night? For ignoring him? God, I’d gladly bend over, remove my clothes, and let him spank my ass instead of having to serve in these tonight. But that’s the point of a punishment.
Standing, he goes over to the dresser and grabs what looks like black leather cuffs.
“What are those?” I ask him, confused.
He kneels once again, and I look down to watch him wrap the black cuff around my ankle, fastening the buckle in place. Then takes the skinny black leather strap underneath my shoes where the top of the arch meets the heel. He fastens it to the black leather cuff that is attached and wraps around my ankle.
My heart starts to pick up when he pulls a silver lock out of his pocket and slides through both straps where they meet on the outside of either ankle, securing the heels to my feet. “Tyson, I can’t—”
He stands, baby-blue eyes staring down at me and cutting my words off. “Tonight, you will willingly crawl to me, little darling.” I whimper, understanding what he means. “How long until you do, depends on you.”
He removes his cell and then undoes the choker from around my neck. Opening up the last box, he steps behind me where I can’t see what he’s doing. But seconds later, he wraps a thicker black leather choker around my neck. It forces my neck up and comes to a point at the top of my chest between my breasts, covering my entire neck is covered. I feel him fasten it and lock it as well. He lets my hair fall down to cover the back.
Placing his hands on my upper arms, he meets my eyes in the mirror. “I’ll see you soon.” He gently kisses my cheek and then exits the bedroom.
By the time I make it down to the club, my feet are already killing me. My calves burn, and my neck is sore. It’s hard to turn it from side to side. How the hell does he expect me to work like this?
He doesn’t. That’s the point. He wants me to abandon my shift and crawl to him in his office.
“Someone’s in trouble.” Bethany laughs, looking me up and down.
She’s dressed in a black leather catsuit, but I notice she’s wearing platforms. Looking around, I see Beau dressed in black leather pants, a mesh black top, and cuffs around his wrists. It’s a theme night. BDSM. I knew about it. I overheard Starla talking about it last night, but thought it was for the customers, not the employees.
“You’ve already got two tables, Lake,” Beau informs me. His eyes drop to my tits. This corset has them shoved up to my fucking neck. My chin can practically rest on them. Then add the collar I’m wearing. They definitely can’t be missed. “VIP is going to be crazy tonight,” he tells me.
Bethany was about to walk away with her tray, but she pauses. “I have VIP,” she states.
“No.” He nods to me. “Lake does.” He places a glass of what looks like a mixed drink next to my tray and nods behind me. “Table twenty asked for this. He hasn’t paid for it yet.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Bethany slams her tray down on the edge of the bar. “I do.”
He rolls his eyes and rips the schedule off the back wall, placing it down in front of us. I bite my bottom lip. Sure, as fuck. Tyson must have changed it sometime today and gavin me VIP.
“What the fuck, Lake?” she snaps, turning her angry eyes on me. She looks like she wants to hit me with her tray.
“I didn’t ask for it,” I growl back at her. Pissed at not only Tyson but now her too. She makes it sound like I have to double-cross her. I’m not after anyone in this club, and I sure as fuck didn’t ask to marry her boss that she obviously has a sexual past with.
“No, you just fucked for it.” She reaches out, grabs the glass of mixed drink, and takes a step back from me, dumping the contents onto my legs.