Page 82 of Bound By Her

She smiled despite herself. “Yes. A lot of Doms enjoy taking care of their subs.”

Thegoodones, anyway.

“They might want you to look nice and accompany them to a function as arm candy,” she continued, keeping her tone even.

Seth pressed his lipstogether, nodding, his mind clearly working through the information.

Does Bryson take you shopping?

The thought crept in before she could stop it, unwelcome and bitter. Adria hated that she was thinking like this. That she was comparing herself to him. It was ridiculous. Weak. And yet, the idea stuck.

She forced her attention back to Seth, to the present.

They sat in silence.

This—just sitting in a car together—was the most normal thing she had done in months.

And yet, it felt like the most dangerous.

Adria watched Seth’s mouth open and shut. She could practically hear the gears turning in his mind.

After several attempts, he finally asked, “Will they want us to do stuff—in public?”

It was a normal fear submissives had. They liked the threat of a public show but didn’t want to be embarrassed. She shook her head. “Usually no. There are clubs. That is probably as close as you would get. Most people are pretty private.”

When he didn’t respond, she said, “We could go to a club sometime. Practice.”

When he didn’t respond, she amended, “If any of you think it would be useful.”

She wanted to slap herself. What was she doing? Was she asking him out?

His eyes caught hers. There was that curiosity again.

She wanted to tell him, when you figure me out, will you let me know?

When the car finally slowed to a stop, Adria jumped out immediately instead of waiting for Eric to open the door.

Heels underneath her and the fresh air cleared her mind.

Pull your shit together.

Seth stood casually near the car, hands in his pocket.

Adria moved to stand by him. Her hand trailing down to the small of his back, and her fingers looped into the back part of his belt.

“Take your hands out of your pockets and walk me in before I take this off and use it on you in front of everyone.”

It was an empty threat; he knew it, but he moved. Ushering her to the door, he opened it and followed her in.

Two glasses of wine later, Adria found it easier to feign enjoyment. She and Seth were seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant, while Eric kept a watchful eye on her from the bar.

After her second glass, Adria could feel Eric’s eyes warning her to slow down.

Too bad.

If Eric wanted her to go through with his plan, the least he could do was let her have a little fun. She had been confined to the house for over five months. She needed a break.

When the check came, Adria bounded up.

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