Prologue
“I don’t care if he is the hottest thing in leather, it’s not gonna happen.” Linnet Adams wrinkled her nose in disgust and gazed out into the crowd. Crave was packed tonight, and she itched to find her Dom and have some fun. All dark wood, black leather and silver, the club was a sophisticated venue, and she loved being there. It was the only place she could really be herself and now that she’d found Master Gage, her life was pretty much perfect.
She remembered with fondness her first encounter with the lifestyle. When she took the job at Desires, the upscale fetish shop, it had been a dream come true. For weeks she walked by the shop window, peering intently at the corsets inside. Her panties moistened every time she imagined the sensation of pulling the laces tight. What would the constrictive binding be like? It just wasn’t enough to wonder. She had to experience it.
Trembling with hope and anticipation, she applied for the job and got it. The interview, being her first, had been especially harrowing. The shapely redhead who ran the store was model gorgeous and sported a different corset every day. To stand in the same room with her now, she wondered how she managed to get through the interview without flirting with her future boss.
“How are you liking the job so far?” Laura smiled at her from behind the counter, her hair pulled back in a tight bun that reminded Linnet of Mistresses she read about in her favorite BDSM novels. The tight black leather bustier and skirt barely covered her at all, and Linnet’s body clenched in frustrated need.
Get over yourself, girlie. A corset may be hot, but you live in the real world, not in a novel. Ice water. Lots of it, too.
Linnet swallowed hard and turned to her new boss, smiling. “I love it. Thanks again for hiring me.”
Laura grinned. “Well, it was either that or get a bench put outside the window.”
Linnet lowered her lashes, a blush creeping up the back of her neck. True. Her folds slickened with want, and she had to do something about it soon. Her imagination was on fire.
“Get busy straightening. I need to go to the back to check in the new shipment. I’ll be off the floor for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Linnet sucked in her breath. “Sorry. Too many bondage novels. I’ll, um, get right on that.”
Laura narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “Okay then. I expect all the displays dusted and straightened when I get back.” Linnet longingly watched as she made her way back to the store room. The short leather skirt left little to the imagination, and Linnet had to stifle a moan at the image that crept into the back of her mind. She wanted to be on her knees, with her head between those gorgeous thighs. Linnet sighed and snapped back to reality. Time to get to work.
She made her way around the shop straightening displays and fanning the clothing in the rounders. She tidied up the floggers and made sure the paddles remained all in a row. She didn’t much care for the latex items or the leather gear. Her eyes were on the corsets. Linnet made sure each one on the wall was perfectly positioned, and she found herself standing in front of the blue corset once again.
She reached out with trembling hands and took it off the hanger, letting her hands run all over the fine boning and lace. Fan-fucking-tastic. Her mouth went dry. She had to have it. Mentally cursing her lack of a bank account, she gave a side glance to see if her boss was watching and slipped into the changing room. She slid off her clothes and flung them onto the seat behind her. She had to try it on. Just once.
Linnet undid the hooks, slipping it over her breasts, pulling until the hooks closed. Well, mostly. It would take someone else to help her. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Damn it,” she whispered. She wanted to see what it would be like until she could afford one of her own. The soft fabric and elegant boning felt so good against the softness of her
“I don’t care if he is the hottest thing in leather, it’s not gonna happen.” Linnet Adams wrinkled her nose in disgust and gazed out into the crowd. Crave was packed tonight, and she itched to find her Dom and have some fun. All dark wood, black leather and silver, the club was a sophisticated venue, and she loved being there. It was the only place she could really be herself and now that she’d found Master Gage, her life was pretty much perfect.
She remembered with fondness her first encounter with the lifestyle. When she took the job at Desires, the upscale fetish shop, it had been a dream come true. For weeks she walked by the shop window, peering intently at the corsets inside. Her panties moistened every time she imagined the sensation of pulling the laces tight. What would the constrictive binding be like? It just wasn’t enough to wonder. She had to experience it.
Trembling with hope and anticipation, she applied for the job and got it. The interview, being her first, had been especially harrowing. The shapely redhead who ran the store was model gorgeous and sported a different corset every day. To stand in the same room with her now, she wondered how she managed to get through the interview without flirting with her future boss.
“How are you liking the job so far?” Laura smiled at her from behind the counter, her hair pulled back in a tight bun that reminded Linnet of Mistresses she read about in her favorite BDSM novels. The tight black leather bustier and skirt barely covered her at all, and Linnet’s body clenched in frustrated need.
Get over yourself, girlie. A corset may be hot, but you live in the real world, not in a novel. Ice water. Lots of it, too.
Linnet swallowed hard and turned to her new boss, smiling. “I love it. Thanks again for hiring me.”
Laura grinned. “Well, it was either that or get a bench put outside the window.”
Linnet lowered her lashes, a blush creeping up the back of her neck. True. Her folds slickened with want, and she had to do something about it soon. Her imagination was on fire.
“Get busy straightening. I need to go to the back to check in the new shipment. I’ll be off the floor for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Linnet sucked in her breath. “Sorry. Too many bondage novels. I’ll, um, get right on that.”
Laura narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “Okay then. I expect all the displays dusted and straightened when I get back.” Linnet longingly watched as she made her way back to the store room. The short leather skirt left little to the imagination, and Linnet had to stifle a moan at the image that crept into the back of her mind. She wanted to be on her knees, with her head between those gorgeous thighs. Linnet sighed and snapped back to reality. Time to get to work.
She made her way around the shop straightening displays and fanning the clothing in the rounders. She tidied up the floggers and made sure the paddles remained all in a row. She didn’t much care for the latex items or the leather gear. Her eyes were on the corsets. Linnet made sure each one on the wall was perfectly positioned, and she found herself standing in front of the blue corset once again.
She reached out with trembling hands and took it off the hanger, letting her hands run all over the fine boning and lace. Fan-fucking-tastic. Her mouth went dry. She had to have it. Mentally cursing her lack of a bank account, she gave a side glance to see if her boss was watching and slipped into the changing room. She slid off her clothes and flung them onto the seat behind her. She had to try it on. Just once.
Linnet undid the hooks, slipping it over her breasts, pulling until the hooks closed. Well, mostly. It would take someone else to help her. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Damn it,” she whispered. She wanted to see what it would be like until she could afford one of her own. The soft fabric and elegant boning felt so good against the softness of her
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