Who would have figured?Not her and not her loving family who always thought she’d stay on the farm because she was too shy to talk to any stranger.
It hadn’t always been easy, but they made it work.
So why couldn’t she shake the growing sense of fragility—that something was wrong?
Zee grabbed her wrist, pulling his fingers out of her mouth.He wiped them on her cheek.
“Thank you, Master, for letting me clean your fingers.”
“You’re welcome, dear heart.”
He brushed his hands along her shoulders, then he unzipped her corset.The cool air against her nipples made them bead even more.
He folded down her corset, so her breasts hung out, exposed.
“Go take a shift at the bar, my slave.”His hand snaked through her hair, his cool eyes meeting hers.
She wanted to say no, and he knew she did.Serving publicly wasn’t her favourite task.
But of course, she wouldn’t.
“Yes, Master.”
She brushed by him, but he pulled her back to him, kissing her with all the passion and heat she still saw in his eyes.
“Good girl.”
She held her head high as she made her way through the crowd, smiling and checking in with their members.
Whatever worries she had about the future, she had to put them behind her and stay in the moment.
She served as he commanded.
Like she always had.
Across the room, Zee’s gaze locked on her, slow and deliberate and it made her breath catch.No matter what happened, they’d get through it together.
***
Working at the bar, serving guests drinks and getting them snacks kept Ella’s mind so busy that she didn’t have time to wallow in the dark thoughts.She enjoyed talking to Club Bandit’s guests and found it easy to play the part of hostess.
As the evening wore down, the crowd thinned, leaving couples cuddling in the seating area and on the benches of the stage.
One scene captured everyone’s attention.
A Dom had his sub dressed in a maid’s uniform, made her clean the bondage table, every toy in his bag, and then his boots, before cuffing her hands to the ring above her and tickling her with a feather duster.
The Dom also flipped that duster over and used it for impact.
Ella knew she’d safeword at that amount of tickling, but as the sub’s laugh rang out in the club, Ella’s cheeks hurt from smiling, her mood definitely lifting.
“Ella, can I get a cup of coffee?”The deep voice belonged to River Stone.The large, muscled man had his arm around the shoulders of his partner.
“Right away, River,” Ella said.
“You’re the best, Ella.”Carter smiled, flashing his pearly whites.
“Yes, she is.”Zee came up behind her; he slid his warm palms down her waist to her ass and nuzzled her neck.
