Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella Read Online Free PDF

a small table of men where
he was greeted as a friend.
    I was on my own now.
With Zee.
    The man towered above
me. The elegant suit didn’t cover up the fact that he’d look equally at home in
motorcycle leathers. A scar marked his left cheek, dragging his lip up in a
permanent sneer, and I could determine no specific emotion on his face. Was he
pleased to have me? Annoyed? Angry? Not knowing was the most frightening part.
    “This way,” he said in
heavily accented English. He turned and walked to the center of the room. He
pulled the leash but he didn’t have to. I stayed close on his heels. Men were
starting to notice me now, several of them turning in their chairs and lighting
cigarettes, as if they were getting ready to watch a show.
    I had a feeling I
might be the star attraction.
    In the middle of the
room, a metal locking hook hung from the ceiling like a simple, unlit
chandelier. My insides twisted as I looked at it. I couldn’t reconcile how I
felt about this: I wanted to be seen. I wanted to be placed here on view. I
wanted to be controlled.
    And I wanted so badly
to run. It was good I was hobbled, or I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have made a
break for it.
    Zee stopped and
turned, putting his hands up as if to stop me, also. I stood stock still, conscious
that my nipples had tightened again. They still hurt from the clamps and were
throbbing low and steadily.
    From a concealed
pocket Zee drew a thin white rope. With his hands on my shoulders, he turned me
around. He undid Jake’s silken ties, removed my bra which had still been
twisted at my elbows, and for one glorious moment he let me rub my hands
together. The sudden circulation was both pleasant and slightly painful.
    “Enough,” he said, and
turned me again so that I was facing him. He wrapped my wrists together in
front of me with a tight but comfortable knot. Maybe this was all it would be.
He’d string my wrists up on the hook above, and I’d be watched by everyone in
the room. I could take that. I knew I could.
    Somehow, though, I
doubted that was all Zee had in mind.
    I was right about the
hands-overhead. The hook was on a lever system, and he winched it down low
enough that he could loop the rope’s knot over it. Then he cranked it up again.
My arms got higher and higher until my weight came off my heels, and I was
teetering on my toes inside my stilettos.
    Then, without another
word, he walked away.
    Maybe I’d been right.
Maybe this was all I would get.
    And God, it was
enough. A man in the corner was pointing at me, making a gesture like he was talking
about my calves, and another one waggled his tongue at me. I hung there,
feeling the blood drain from my fingers. I kept my eyes wide open, as Jake had
said to do—Jake, who had his back to me, as if he didn’t care what
happened to me. He had a handful of cards in his hand and what looked like
whiskey on the table next to him.
    Long minutes passed. I
was by myself, with no one near me, smack dab in the middle of the room,
hanging by my wrists. Strangely, whatever he’d done to string me up wasn’t
painful. It should have been. And yeah, it was uncomfortable. My muscles were
already aching, my calves tightly tensed. But it wasn’t bad.
    Maybe it was the
adrenaline. I watched as the man sitting next to Jake threw his cards on the
table and then looked at me. He seemed to take my measure for a good number of
seconds, then slid his eyes to Jake, saying something I couldn’t hear, not that
I would have understood him anyway.
    Jake shrugged. I
wished to hell I knew what they were talking about.
    I took a deep breath,
the kind I taught in class, pulling it all the way into my diaphragm and
letting it out slowly for a count of ten. I was used to the gag now, and I
liked the way my tongue rested against it. It was almost relaxing.
    Then Zee was behind
me, and I wasn’t relaxed anymore.
    He said something to
me in a low, guttural voice. He was so close I could feel the heat of his body
against my