Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He snorted. “Sixteen is kind of young, no? What happened?”
“Sixteen was definitely too young. I got in way over my head. I was hanging out on this BDSM chat site online.”
“Ugh,” Damon interjected. “That was your first mistake. Nobody is who they say they are online.”
Ellen offered a rueful laugh. “I guess you’re right. You were supposed to be over eighteen, but I lied on my profile and no proof was required. I mainly just got emails from guys saying they wanted to hook up—you know, the usual. But one of the emails got my attention. The guy was twenty-two and dominant. It didn’t hurt that his profile pic was totally hot. We started to chat in real time. He came across as super sexy and confident, and somehow intuited my deepest fantasies.”
She gave a small, deprecating laugh. “Not that that was so hard, given that I’d pretty much outlined them in my profile. But he was good with language and very persuasive. He was local too. He kept saying we should meet, and I kept hemming and hawing. I finally told him the truth—I was only sixteen. He assured me that age was just a number, and clearly, I was already a woman when it came to matters of the heart.”
“Wait. You told him you were sixteen and he still wanted to meet? That’s not a Dom—that’s a pedophile. I don’t like where this story is heading.”
“Oh, it gets even better,” Ellen said, shaking her head. “After a couple more weeks of intensive online flirting, I finally agreed to meet him at the food court at the mall. He told me to wear a dress with no panties underneath. He said he’d be wearing a black leather jacket and would have a gear bag over his shoulder.”
Damon put his hands over his ears and made a face. “I’m not sure I can stand to hear this. I hope the story ends with his being arrested.”
“No. But you’re right. Looking back, I still can’t believe I agreed to meet this guy by myself, even if it was a public place.”
“Let me guess. The guy who showed up looked nothing like his hot photo.”
“Believe it or not, it was actually him. And he was just as good looking in real life. Though he did have this really annoying nasally voice,” she added, wrinkling her nose. “He came up to my table and slid into the chair beside me. ’Hello, slave. I’m your new Master,’ he said by way of greeting. Before I could even respond, he whipped out a pair of regulation police handcuffs and snapped them on my wrists before I even realized what he was doing.”
“No kidding,” Damon said. “That’s a pretty ballsy thing to do in a mall food court. But regulation cuffs? What an amateur. What did you do?”
“At first, I just sat there, stunned. But also—true confession time—I was kind of turned on. Terrified but also thrilled. Like, wow, this hunky guy wants to be my Master! He’s handcuffed me. He’s claimed me.”
Damon frowned. “You’re kidding, right? Tell me you told him to get those things off you and get the fuck away.”
Ellen shrugged and lifted her hands, palms up. “Hey, I was sixteen, remember. But yeah, I did start to get nervous when he said he was going to take me into the men’s bathroom and fuck me in one of the stalls. And if I pleased him, he’d take me home and keep me in a cage in his closet. I would subsist on his come for protein and his piss for hydration.”
“Where is this guy?” Damon demanded, outraged on her behalf. “I’m going to beat the crap out of him.”
Ellen laughed. “It was ten years ago. And don’t worry. I came to my senses and told him if he didn’t get those cuffs off me and get away from me, I was going to scream my head off.”
“And did he?”
“Yeah, after telling me I was a prick tease and a stupid cunt.”
Instinctively, Damon put his arm around Ellen’s shoulders and pulled her close. “I’m glad you didn’t let that creep ruin BDSM for you.”
She leaned into him. “Not a chance. It’s part of my DNA.”
“I still want to find him and beat the shit out of him. I hate the idea of some asshole behaving like that under the guise of being a Dom.”
They separated as they came to a narrowing of the path, Damon the first to pull away.
They walked in silence for a while. Then Ellen said, “So, what about you? What was your first BDSM experience?”
“Believe it or not, it wasn’t until I graduated from the academy. I mean, I’d always had fantasies since I was sexually aware, same as you. But I didn’t really find the opportunity to act on them until after college. My first post-graduate assignment was in Germany at a military base about two hours outside of Munich. On my first leave, I went to this really intense BDSM club in the city. From the moment I walked into the place, I knew I was home. Like I’d finally found my people.”