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Taking her hand in mine I help her off her stool, letting her steady herself on her strappy high heels before leading her away from the bar. I take notice of how the men look at her with a new found wanting, and the ladies eye her up with jealousy. It’s humorous, and it should create a good experience for her in the public view playroom we’re heading to.
The only open one is the one where she laid down on the bed, bleeding, and Max sewed her up, and when I expect hesitation from her to enter the room, she surprises me and walks in with her head held high and a smile on her beautiful face.
People come to the window before we even have the door closed, waiting for the show they are all curious about. No one has ever seen me play with someone I’m actually with, because I’ve never been with anyone before. It was always just whoever was available and wanting to play. But this is different, and they all know it.
The word has gotten around the club of what happened, and I can see the expectations on their faces as they look in and watch us.
“You good?” I ask Millie, pulling her to me in the middle of the room, making her lean against my chest so I can speak to her quietly.
“Yes. Sir.”
“Adrian, until we start. I need to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“I want it.”
“Okay, but something will make me feel better before we start.” I say, kissing her forehead and getting down on my knees in front of her, holding her hands in one of mine.
“What are you doing?” She asks, trying to pull her hands away from my hold.
“Millie, bunny, kitten, whatever you want me to call you. I know you love me, and I love you. I’m not the most traditional man, but I want you forever.” I pause and dig into my pocket with my free hand and pull out the little velvet box.
“Oh Adrian.” She gasps as I open the red box, the hinges creaking as it opens, and she sees what’s inside.” “You got me a…”
“Millie, will you be my submissive, solely mine, and forever?” I ask her, lifting the dainty little collar from the box, holding it up for her to see.
Unlike the piece of shit Tyler had around her neck, it’s a stunning platinum choker with three strands encrusted with diamonds. Dropping from the front is a single emerald set into a ring that’s perfect for the clasp of the matching leash that is currently at home on her pillow, waiting for our arrival home.
Home…Mmmm yeah.
The lights in the room shine off the piece, making it glow in my hands, and she shakily reaches out and touches it when I let her hands go.
“It’s beautiful. Yes. I want you to be my Sir, my Daddy, my Adrian forever.”
Rising up to my feet quickly, I wrap her in my arms, crushing her to my chest, smooshing her face against me until she’s laughing that she can’t breathe.
“Adrian! Let me go, I can’t breathe. Seriously!”
“Okay fine.” I say, letting her go and crashing my mouth onto hers. “That’s the last time you get to tell me what to do.”
Most of the people out in the hall with their faces plastered to the window clap for us, and a few women walk away looking scorned.
Good riddance.
“Now Bunny, you see that sawhorse over there? Like the one Tyler had you bent over?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I want you bent over it, ass in the air, legs spread, cunt on view for me and all your spectators. Do you understand?” I say to her as I clasp the beautiful collar on her slender neck.
“I do, Sir.” She says, reaching up and fingering the gem that gently brushes her collarbones when she moves her head, then unsnapping the halter top of her dress, letting it fall at her feet, leaving her gloriously nude.
“That’s my good girl, undressing for me without being told. Go on, bend that sweet ass over the bench and hold onto the legs of it, feet shoulder width apart.”
As she scampers to the restraint bench, I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and strip off my shirt, leaving me bare chested in my tight leather pants. Gasps come from the hallway from both men and women, because they know what’s coming. They have seen when I wear this, what I’m capable of and they want the show.
She’s the most perfect sight, her body bent over the sawhorse, her ass in the air just waiting to be caned, and as I admire the view myself, I walk over to the rack of implements and select the thin bamboo whip that Tyler once used on her. In my hands though, the pain she’ll feel will be sublime, and nothing to be scared of.
Binding her to the bench with small leather straps, I rub her skin with my palms, prepping her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You ready my baby?”
