Nobody's Hero by Kallypso Masters

Soon, she hoped, but he hadn’t given her permission to ask
questions. She’d just have to be patient. Having gotten this far
with him was more than she’d dreamed of a few hours ago.
    “You do enjoy the embrace of the rope, don’t
you?”
    She sighed. “Very much, sir.”
    “Tonight, then. Right now, I want you to go
to your bedroom.”
    Karla couldn’t hide her disappointment. He
was sending her away? Earlier, when she’d laid siege to his bed,
she could just ignore his command. If she was going to be his
slave, she needed to obey him. Even when the order pissed her off,
like now. How could he leave her waiting and wanting like this?
    “Sit up.” She did. His hands cupped her
breasts once more and she saw what looked like regret in his eyes.
Then he spanned her waist and strained as he lifted her off his lap
and set her beside him on the bed. She knelt as she had earlier,
hands in her lap. “I want you to wear one of your band t-shirts and
black jeans today. No corsets or bustiers except when I ask you to
wear them in the bedroom or on stage.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She thought he’d found her sexy
clothing hot, but apparently not.
    “For tonight’s Shibari session, you’ll wear a
blouse and skirt—something loose and frilly—and a bra and
thong."
    She nodded. That sounded a little sexier at
least.
    “You are not to talk to anyone about our new
arrangement.”
    “Not even Cassie?” Adam scowled, and she
added a hasty, “Sir?”
    “Especially not Cassie. She won’t understand.
It would freak her out.”
    That was an understatement, but Karla wasn’t
sure she understood the arrangement herself, so maybe it was
best she didn’t try to explain it to her best friend. Still, surely
Cassie would see the change, if Karla went all docile and obedient
out of the blue.
    “We’ll need to communicate silently when
others are around. For permission to begin eating, raise your fork
or spoon and look at me for my nod. Same with your glass, when you
want to drink. You’ll never begin eating before I do, however.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She’d have to think about every
movement she made, it seemed. Well, that’s certainly what he’d laid
out for her—what she’d agreed to do. “Do I need permission to
breathe, Sir?”
    Master Adam reached out and smacked her ass
cheek with the open palm of his hand, the sound like the crack of a
whip. “Don’t be insubordinate.” Her ass still stung when he reached
out and picked up her t-shirt. “Put this on and go to your room.
I’ll meet you in the kitchen in twenty minutes. Make breakfast for
whoever shows up. Marc will be here to pester me about the bandages
soon.”
    Karla looked out the window and saw daylight.
When had the sun risen? She’d been so focused on Adam, she hadn’t
notice.
    “I plan to be dressed and out of bed before
Marc gets here so he’ll lay off me with the Doc shit from now on.
It’s getting old.”
    Karla smiled. Adam definitely was on the
mend.
    “Yes, Sir. Would you like your slave to help
you get dressed, Sir?”
    His eyes opened a little wider, then he
scowled. “I can dress my damned self. Now, go do the same.”
    Karla hid her grin until she had scooted off
the bed backward and turned away from him. She would definitely
have to find ways to push the envelope with this slave role. For
some reason, she didn’t think he’d expected her to take to it.
Well, she was going to be the best slave he’d ever had.
    Even better than Joni.
    She hoped.
     
    * * *
     
    Karla walked down the hallway, past the theme
rooms, and into the club’s great room where Adam had told her to
wait for him. For tonight, based on his instructions, she'd chosen
to wear a black-lace bra and thong panties under a see-through red
blouse with a long wrap-around skirt. Loose and frilly, just the
way he'd ordered. Thank God Cassie was in her room working on
sketches tonight, because Karla would die if Cassie happened upon
her in a slave scene with Master Adam. Not much