That’s what they were.
Madam Devangeline has her heeled feet up on a footrest that wasn’t there last time while she leans back on the couch, a laptop on her lap, concentration locked on the screen as she types away. Her auburn hair is pulled up into a styled-messy bun, and whatever she has done with her makeup makes her look like a pinup model from the fifties. Not to mention the cat’s-eye black-rimmed glasses.
Taking a deep breath in a completely useless attempt to settle my nerves, I force myself to continue toward her. When I’m only a few feet from the couch, and before I can make myself known, Madam Devangeline holds her hand up in a stop gesture.
I halt mid-step and kind of awkwardly bring my feet together, hoping she can’t hear the beating of my heart the way I can.
And then I wait.
And wait some more.
She continues to work for several minutes as I stand there, waiting, tension slowly increasing. Her ruby-red nails clack against the keys as her fingers fly over the keyboard, finishing whatever it is she is doing.
Those nerves I tried to settle? Yeah, they are freaking the fuck out right now.
Is she angry that I left it so late?
Oh shit, was I supposed to reply to her message? There is no way she doesn’t know that I at least read it, since I have read receipts turned on.
Swallowing, I lace my fingers together in front of me. I can do this. I can wait. This time, when I take a huge breath, I do my best to let it all go. I let the tension out and give myself over to the situation I’ve put myself in.
There is literally nothing I can do right now to change what she has to say. She can say it, and I can listen, or I can choose to walk away. She isn’t my dom. She has no authority over me. Right now our connection is tenuous, at best.
It’s fine. I can totally handle this like an adult.
Madam Devangeline closes her laptop with a click, places her glasses on top of the laptop, and clasps both hands, resting them next to the glasses as she looks at me. “Emery, hello. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”
It takes every fucking piece of willpower to keep my face neutral. If that text message was an invitation, then Xavier is a fucking puppy. “Hello, Madam Devangeline. Of course.”
She glances at the gold bracelet-like watch on her wrist. “Please, call me Madam, no need to be so formal. I’m glad you were able to squeeze me into your busy Sunday schedule.”
My stomach clenches and I lie through my teeth. “I had an assignment I needed to complete. I came as soon as that was done.”
She hums quietly. “Schoolwork is very important.”
“It is. I’m on scholarship, so it’s the only thing that is important,” I reply, not even lying now. It is the only thing thatshouldbe important. Instead, I have all this ridiculous man drama in my life.
Madam’s gaze scrolls down my body and then back up again, but luckily for her, she has mastered the art of keeping a poker face. “Before I ask you to sit down, you need to know that I’m currently in a scene.”
My lips part in surprise. She’s in a scene? I look around, but still, there are no other people here. “I… ah, who? Where?”
Her lips quirk on one side, and then she holds up a little black clicker and presses it. There is a very male, very loud moan for the entire time she holds the button down. As soon as she releases it, the moan fades away.
A zip of electricity runs down my spine as my gaze lands on the footrest. I take a step to the side to get a better view.
Hands, knees, calves, and feet.
Black woolen fabric is draped over a man who is on all fours. And as I watch, two puddles of liquid start to form, one near where I assume his head is and the other…
I snap my attention back to Madam.
“I had hoped that you would show up earlier today, at least for his sake. The poor thing has been being milked all day.” She presses the button again, and this time, I can see the way the footrest trembles.
I have no idea what she is doing to him, but whatever it is, he is clearly enjoying being used and humiliated like this. Kind of how I enjoyed Hudson’s scene at the apartment.
The electricity that flowed down my spine settles into my pussy, warm and liquidy.
“If you choose to stay, you need to consent to being a part of this scene.”
