Page 8 of Bad Enough

Sylvan’s heart soared. Why was that praise making her so tingly?

LOBO: Tell me what you’re wearing.

Flippity-flip-flip! I knew it!

LOBO: Remember. Be honest. A D/s relationship only works when there’s honesty and trust.

FLAME: But we’re not in a D/s relationship.

LOBO: Oh, princess. We so are. The minute you agreed to my terms for information, it became one.

LOBO: What did I teach you?

FLAME: That it’s a Master’s job to know their submissive’s needs.

LOBO: And?

FLAME: The submissive must trust that the Master will pay absolute attention so that a safe word never needs to be used.

LOBO: Excellent, little Flame.

LOBO: Now. Tell me what you’re wearing.

Could she do this?

It’s not like you’re ever going to meet the man. Just do it! You know you want to.

FLAME: A long nightgown and matching robe.

LOBO: Very nice. What color?

FLAME: Light blue.

LOBO: Is it silk?

FLAME: Yes. And lace.

LOBO: Describe it.

LOBO: In detail.

FLAME: It touches the floor, so I can’t see my feet. The top has thin spaghetti straps that connect to a lace torso. That part is very fitted, and the front is very deeply cut.

LOBO: Are your breasts completely covered? Or do they swell beyond the material?

FLAME: I’m covered, but the cleavage makes it appear like I might spill out of it.

LOBO: Go on.

FLAME: The lace continues down the front of the skirt from the waist on a diagonal from my right hip to my left foot. The gown flares from just below my waist to the floor, but the skirt is still narrow.

FLAME: The robe matches. And the sleeves go to the wrist where they button tight, like a man’s dress shirt.

FLAME: The top of the robe has a deep V to it that matches the neckline of the nightgown, but it flares down, like the skirt, where they meet at the floor.

LOBO: And underneath?

Sister Mary Francis!

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