Her Secret Betrayal by Jordan Bell Page B

waiting.”
    “Good. Darling?” He gave me a little tug and
I tore my eyes away from the girl and her collar to Marcus’s
waiting eyes. I swallowed.
    “Marcus, what is going on?”
    “No questions right now. Trust me. I’ll
answer everything once we get to our room. Welcome to Abrasion. A
very private establishment for people like you and me.” He touched
my chin and leaned in to kiss my lips. I stiffened, but he kissed
me anyway. “Trust me.”
    “Trust you,” I repeated sharply. The woman
watched us curiously but didn’t interrupt. When Marcus realized I
was still standing stiffly and not willing to move, his eyes
darkened and he gave a rough tug towards him.
    “Do as you’re told, Kara.” He gritted his
teeth and pulled me tight against his body. His grip left
impressions in my wrist and I followed him without argument this
time.
    A place for people like us. I understood
very quickly as we entered the building. Large, plush rooms held
groups wining and dining, chatting, mostly men in suits accompanied
by beautiful girls, many wearing collars, wrist cuffs. Delicate
accessories to indicate what they were. Submissives. Slaves. One
girl knelt on the ground beside her master’s chair, a spreader bar
between her wrists behind her back forcing her to kneel with her
breasts jutting out. I stared because I’d never seen something so
obvious before, or so beautiful.
    My body…betrayed me. The sensation of warmth
between my legs caused tears to fill the corners of my eyes. I
wanted to be that girl. I did not want it to be with Marcus, but I
liked what I saw. I hated that I liked it.
    We passed that room, then a line of windows
that watched into rooms with private couples acting out their
scenes. Nothing too brazen, bare breasts and handcuffs, spread
legs. A whip. Nothing I hadn’t seen or felt before.
    I couldn’t not watch.
    “You like it,” Marcus whispered and touched
my left breast, my nipple to be precise. He scraped his fingertip
across it and I shuddered, embarrassed by how hard it was. “Don’t
be ashamed. They aren’t.”
    “Why am I here, Marcus?”
    He continued touching the point of my hard
nipple through my flimsy dress. He watched me, loomed over me.
“There’s something I’ve badly wanted to see happen to you since the
day I brought you home that first night. I should have brought you
here sooner, maybe then you wouldn’t have been tempted to stray.
It’s…a fantasy of mine. A private one I’ve not shared with another
submissive before. One of yours too, in fact.”
    “Here,” I whispered, as if the idea was so
ludicrous. Why I didn’t realize what we were doing here before, I
don’t know. He wouldn’t bring me here unless he planned to use me
somehow.
    “Come. Conrad is waiting for us. But…you are
not allowed to call him that. To you he is sir, or master.
Always.”
    “What? I don’t understand.” My voice came
out ragged, I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until I
felt light headed.
    “You will.”
    He pulled me the rest of the way, my knees
wobbly, my apprehension screaming in my ears. I was afraid, very
much so, and also turned on. How that could be I didn’t know.
    Then we came to a single door and he stopped
and I knew. I knew whatever was beyond this door was going to be
too much for me.
    He handed me the key. “You do the
honors.”
    My hand shook as I obeyed. His hand held
onto my hip, in case I ran, as I clicked the lock and pushed the
door open. I knew Marcus, he wasn’t into anything base and common.
Whatever hid behind this door would be near enough to fantastical,
the very edge of pleasure imagination. That was Marcus. Only the
best. He wanted to be the only man to have whatever was beyond this
door.
    The door swung open and gently Marcus
prodded me inside.
     
     
     
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    A gold brocade bed held court on one side of
the room, and a menagerie of playthings filled the other. I
recognized some from research, but most were unknown