Page 8 of His Lucky Babygirl

“Okay…” Melody waited for him to continue, hoping his intent wouldn’t change into something she wasn’t comfortable with.

“I must admit that I’m a bit of a perfectionist and we have an anniversary coming up. Our third, which is leather ironically, is the perfect gift.”

“That’s so sweet.”

Isaiah flipped through his phone and offered it to Melody. “This is what I was interested in practicing.”

Melody took the phone from him and studied the photo. The submissive was kneeling on the bed with a rope tied around her upper thighs and ankles, looping around the black heels she was wearing. It created a secure hold while leaving the most vulnerable and intimate parts exposed to the dominant.

The arms were bound, laced, and sleeved in leather from fingertips to elbow. It was held with intricate ties in a repeating X pattern. The sleeves were then buckled around the submissive’s shoulders for added support. It ensured there was no wiggle room or slipping out until instructed otherwise.

A blindfold and ball gag completed the look.

“That’s very specific.” Melody returned his phone, and the image seared into her memory. It wasn’t something she’d experienced before. Her ex wasn’t the type for those things–he had other interests.

“Yes, it is. I’ve already purchased everything in preparation.”

“It’s all leather?”

“Yes, lamb-wool lined.” Isaiah slipped his phone into his pocket. “Is wool a problem?”

“No, Sir. I am allergic to latex, so I’ve stayed away from most vinyl and bondage tape play,” she paused, opening her water to give her hands something to do. No matter how nice they were, she’d always be wary when meeting someone new. “I want to make sure that we’re clear and on the same page about intimacy.” Melody looked at him pointedly. “It’s non-negotiable. I wear a unitard during all working scenes as long as it doesn’t inhibit or restrict our end goal. No penetration of any kind. I’d also like to negotiate the blindfold.” Blindfolds were a trust limit that modeling didn’t reach.

“To be frank, Miss, my wife would feed me my own testicles if I so much as thought about another.”

Melody giggled despite herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s quite alright. It’s funny when she’s standing next to me.” Isaiah flipped his phone again and showed her an image of a striking woman with bright green eyes and silky black hair well past her waist. “I could comfortably rest my elbow on her head without so much as a leg cramp.” His brown eyes softened. “She’s the only one that belongs in–and under–my bed.”

“That’s so sweet. Have you done any other practice or research?”

“I spoke with another member, and they’ll instruct me through it. So I’m not going rogue or anything.” Master Isaiah leaned his elbow against the bartop, his focus set on Melody. “I’d like to do an afternoon session with you beforehand.”

“Oh, I–”

“To be sure we’re compatible in continuing further.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing of the intimate nature. I’d compensate you for your time as well,” Master Isaiah spoke.

“We can meet up tomorrow when the club is open. It’s quiet during the week.”

“That’d work well for me. Two or four-point restraints paired with a light flogging?”

Under any other circumstances, it would have been a dream invitation. A form of catharsis and release. But this was work. Just another thing Jason manipulated out of her by backing her into a corner.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

They said their goodbyes. When Isaiah turned the corner Melody sighed, leaning against the edge of the bar filled with relief and letting her mask of confidence fall.

She could separate work from personal when it came to exotic modeling. At least she used to. Melody barely remembered the time she enjoyed it.

Before Jason.

Before he left her claiming he was in love with a flight attendant he’d met on one of his many ‘business trips.’ She should have known after two years that they were never lucrative. He came home sour and changed the mood of the apartment.

It was hers until a pipe leak at his place started out as crashing for a few nights and ended up being permanent.

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