She’d been waiting all her life for this one moment, the moment she’d finally regain herself. Take back what had been taken from her. Control. She knew once she did, all those years would fall away like the dying scales from a dragon and she’d be reborn. A new woman. A different woman. A woman that no man would ever take advantage of again.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the heavy oak door open and an almost inaudible whisper of air wafted back and tickled her hose clad legs. And there he was. The man who had agreed to play her victim.
Her shiny red heels sent up a series of clacks against the hard, wood floor like gun shots ringing out and she swore he flinched with every step. As she crossed the room it became a game and she altered her steps, walking without rhythm, just to watch him squirm.
Then she was there. Right behind him and a smile quirked up the edges of her lips as beads of sweat trickled down his temple and were absorbed by the silky black material covering his eyes. He was simply delicious hanging there chained between two posts by wrists and ankles and the oddest thing happened. Liz’ mouth watered and ached.
She unfurled the whip in her hand and sent it through the air with a loud crack.
“Just so there are no misunderstandings, are you sure?” Liz asked, her whole body thrumming with need.
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