Page 91 of Sunrise

Making a high ponytail, I smooth my hair back until every follicle is in place. My makeup is basic, but the winged eyeliner sets the tone, along with the vibrant red lipstick. Lastly, I slide on my heels.

Anger tries to bite me as James’s dig about my shoes at the lab echoes in my head. I shake it off. That man wouldn’t know what a set of fuck-me pumps looks like if I kicked him in the throat with a pair.

I had to take a class to learn how to walk in these bitches.

In them, I’m over six feet tall and ready to rock someone’s world.

Stepping back, I take a good look at myself in the floor-length mirror. Everything is right where it fucking belongs.

Including me.

The mini dress has long sleeves with a heavy metal zipper that stretches from thighs to tits. There’s a built-in collar attached to the neckline. My thigh-high boots leave about five inches of skin between where they end, and my mini dress begins. This is Vault’s favorite outfit. Mine, too. Easy to get in and out of, but definitely screams confidence and control. For extra flair, I add a second, thicker collar over the top of the dress’s built-in one. It won’t stay on for long.

Opening the door, I take one last glance at my reflection and turn the lights out.

It’s time to play.

Chapter 29

Knox

Vault and I haven’t spoken since we entered room twelve. Which, by the way, is a sex dungeon haven. I swear, whenever I think I’ve seen everything in this club, there’s some new magic door I get to walk through and voila, a whole new world.

It’s strange to be looking forward to whatever we’re about to do when Sophie’s just spent an ungodly amount of time crying. It hurts my heart to see her this torn up. I don’t like it when she cries. In fact, I’m making a long mental list of soon-to-be-victims of my wrath and anyone who has ever made a tear fall from her face, or terror spike in her bloodstream, is going on it and will be dealt with accordingly.

Until then, I’ll be here, giving our girl exactly what she craves.

Safety. Control.

Pleasure.

I’ve stripped out of everything and am kneeling on the floor, hands clasped behind my back, head down.

Does Vault think less of me because I like this position? Does he consider me weak?

I don’t get a chance to ask because the dooropens and a set of black heels strides by me. It’s all I can do to not lift my gaze and look at her. The suspense is killing me already.

“Choose a set,” she demands.

“Yes, Mistress.” Vault must pull something off one of the walls covered in floggers, whips, and crops. I want to know what it is, damnit! I’ve already got a chub from the torture of the unknown. It’s so unfair. I want to pick something off the wall, too.

Her heels appear at my knees as she stands in front of me.

“Do you want to see your Mistress, pup?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I swallow hard, fighting the urge to peek before I’m given permission. “Please.”

“Earn the right to look.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, defeated. “What must I do to earn the privilege?”

“Guess what Vault chose from the wall.”

“A whip?”

“No.”

“Floggers?”

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