“Green, Sir.”
For a moment, I stood and simply watched her—contained, her breath steady, heartbeat visible beneath her pale skin. My thoughts twisted in a tangled mess.
She had no idea who stood before her. And maybe that was the only reason I could.
I’d lived my life in a spotlight I never wanted.
The spotlight was my father’s addiction, not mine.
My great-grandfather had come over from Scotland during a hard chapter, taking any work he could until he found steady footing in the food industry. My grandfather built a life from that. But my father? He took the name Reid from blue-collar and hardworking to high-stakes banking and millions earned—his proof, as he liked to say, that he’d clawed his way “out of the bottom.”
I didn’t mind the money or doors it opened for me.
What I hated was how both made it harder to disappear when I needed to.
Harder to hide the parts of myself that had no business making front-page news.
Especially my hobbies.
She wasn’t the first I’d had here. Others had been chosen carefully, women who didn’t ask questions and wouldn’t recognize me beyond this room, not with the masks and blindfolds. It was a system that had always kept me safe, a boundary between my life and my appetites.
But tonight that barrier was gone.
I selected the flogger and a small bullet vibrator from the table before turning back to her. “You understand what you agreed to tonight?”
She’d signed the contract, but paper wasn’t enough. I needed to hear her say it.
I pressed the button on the bullet, the soft hum filling the space, and lifted it to her cheek.
She jerked briefly, turning my direction, but her blindfold kept her in the dark. I could move around her like this, touch herhere, there, and not only would she not see it coming but she’d be hopeless to do anything about it.
I traced the vibrator down her cheek, over her collarbone as I leaned toward her, pulling her earlobe into my mouth. She sighed and I bit down, causing her to squawk.
“I asked a question,” I stepped back, removing all touch and watched as she tried to follow the sound but she couldn’t.
Her lips parted, a tremor in her breath. “Yes, Sir.”
I reached out, tracing the bullet around the curve of her breast. “Yes, what?”
“I agree to your terms, Sir.”
Smiling, I let the device wander in idle, deliberate circles over her hardened nipples before continuing south, making her tremble.
“Who do you belong to tonight?” I asked, sliding the bullet beneath the band of her panties.
She wiggled, not sure what to do with the sensations.
“You, Sir.”
My smile widened as I lowered the vibrator to her core. She flinched when it grazed her clit, a sharp inhale escaping her. She was already wet, eager, and I’d barely begun.
This was going to be fun.
I pulled my hand back, leaving the bullet in place. “I’ll remind you only once, your orgasms are mine. You do not come until I say. Do you understand?”
She squirmed, hips shifting in tiny, desperate motions. The vibration wasn’t enough to get her there, just enough to torment her.
“Yes… Sir.” Her voice trembled.
