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)
It’s been quite hectic, but one thing stands strong: we are all one family here.
I stare down at the paper in my hand. It’s a list that was left on my desk. At the top it says, ‘One from each of us.’
1. You are our Submissive,
2. We are the Dominants, and are dedicated to you as such.
3. It is our duty and privilege to adorn you. You will display our gifts and only our gifts.
4. You will uphold our name, together with us, to the best of our shared ability.
5. You will provide the best show possible to any and all onlookers.
6. Operate in honor of our shared heritage.
7. You will not take on additional partners.
8. We will be dedicated to only you.
9. You will deliver orders within your lane, and obey orders from ours.
10. We will absolutely fuck the boss.
I smirk to myself. Cheeky guys, aren’t they?
Arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s Brandon. His chin resting on my shoulder, the slight stubble gives me chills over my entire body.
“You are one hell of a woman, Eve. In case you didn’t know, we’re all proud of you. I hope you know that.”
His words are sweet, but they have so much meaning to me. I can’t imagine a life other than the one I have right now. I want them all to know how much I appreciate this journey we’ve all been on together.
“Would you like to join us tonight on-stage? Drex and I have a request to put on a display around 9 o’clock. Think you can wear that sexy black leather outfit?”
How can I resist that? They have done so much for me. More than the public sees.
They are also now the newest enforcers on Caroline’s team, and have given up some of their time to take defense classes. I demanded that. I would never forgive myself if they got hurt because of me.
A kiss on my temple and he’s gone to get ready. Looks like I need to go as well.
“Ladies, we have a special guest joining us on stage tonight. Sit back, order another drink, and watch how our Queen Eve takes on her men.”
Drex has that kind of voice that draws you in every time. I have overheard many times women asking him to call their cell phones and leave a sexy voicemail for them to fantasize at night. I always laugh about that.
I walk on stage dressed in a leather corset, five-inch heels, and my hair pulled back in a severe bun. Standing in the middle, I look as though I could crack a whip and bring them all to their knees, but that won’t be happening. I want these women to pay, so— I’m the one who the beasts will tame.
“Ladies, look at our Queen. Does she look like she could be collared?” Drex again addresses the crowd.
“No, hell no!”
“Fuck no. Eve’s a Goddess!”
The crowd screams out when he asked.
Little do they know, I can be tamed—but only by these ten men.
Brandon walks across the stage dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather shorts. He stops in front of me, the look on his face cocky. I swear Brandon’s fucking me with his eyes. I can barely stand when he does that.
“Eve, get on your knees for me!” Brandon growls.
I have forgotten about the crowd at this point. The only person I focus on is the man in front of me. He’s the only one that matters.
Brandon holds his hand out for me. I place the tips of my fingers on his palm and drop down to my knees.
I hear the whispers and ignore them. No one has what I do. I have the life of a Queen.
Brandon places his hand under my chin, smiling as we keep our eyes locked on each other.
“Bow your head, my Queen. It’s time!”
I shiver, my body shaking. I know what Brandon means. I am as excited as a homecoming Queen getting the crown.
My eyes close when the soft leather wraps around my slender neck. I am collared in front of the entire club. I’m proud of this moment—it does not make me weak, or less of a woman. In fact, it makes me stronger than any of them will ever be.
Brandon circles me once the collar is tight, taking a flogger to my backside. My ass is spanked like a disobedient child, but I am far from one. I cry out with each lash across my flesh. I love when this happens. I never in my wildest fantasies thought that I would encourage spankings.
After the show, I’m back to being the head bitch-in-charge. I mingle with patrons, my confidence level at an all-time high. So many of the women ask to touch the collar I left on after the show. Some I allow, and some I deny. I know the power of it.