Taking a page from Claudia’s book, Sophie slipped on a sundress and ballet flats and headed up the elevator of Surrender to the office area. On Tuesdays, the club was closed to members for deep cleaning and maintenance.
Stepping out of the elevator, she headed to the office. Sophie knocked softly and pushed the door open, spotting Zack alone sitting behind his desk without his suit jacket, looming over a stack of papers.
“I thought I’d come by…”
Zack looked at her over the edge of his glasses. “Aiden isn’t here.”
“I came to see you.”
“I see.”
“I don’t want to intrude if you’re busy.”
Zack set his pen down and pushed away from the desk. He raised his brow and cocked his head ever so slightly. “Is that what you really wanted, Sophie?”
Sophie’s cheeks reddened as she quickly responded to his beckoning finger. She circled the desk and stood in front of him, her hands clasped together in front of her. He stayed seated.
“Sophie?” Her eyes held his briefly, unable to stand his penetrating gaze.
“Look at me.”
His command settled between her thighs and she obeyed.
“Did you miss me, or the things I can do to you?”
Her throat went dry. Sophie mutely followed Zack’s touch as he ran down her arm and over her hip.
A sharp slap to her outer thigh startled her attention.
“I was curious about–” She cleared her throat and straightened her spine, knowing he’d want complete clarity. “I’d like to wear your cuffs.”
“I see. First, explain to me what wearing our cuffs means for you.” His eyes locked on hers and he smiled wickedly.
Forcing her to speak only deepened the humiliation.
Zack’s fingers slipped beneath the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts. He traced his finger around her nipple, humming as it tightened under his touch.
He pinched her sharply, quickening her reply. Sophie rocked on her toes and met his eyes. “It means that I’m yours, Sir: yours and Daddy Aiden’s. That I’m ready to surrender to any scene or command from either of you without pause or reservation.”
“If I wanted to clamp your clit and parade you naked around the club?”
“I’m yours to lead, Sir.”
“What else?”
“That my boundaries and limits will be pushed but not broken. I am to use my safewords if needed because ‘stop’ and ‘no’ don’t end the scene. Sir.”
Zack leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She whined at such a brief touch. “What about when you’re crying,pleasewith your mouth held open, and Aiden and I take turns filling your tight pussy, and you’re begging to come?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, assaulted with images of his promised depravity.
“Good girl.” He reached into his desk beside her and pulled a simple set of black leather cuffs with small gold D-rings on either side.
Sophie placed her wrist pulse side up to Zack’s offered cuff. First the left, then the right. He buckled them into place, two fingers slipping effortlessly between the soft leather and her wrist.
“Aiden has the locks for them.” Sophie’s belly fluttered, and she leaned over Zack in his chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve never been locked fully before, Sir.”
