Page 20 of The Boss' Pet

“This is Charlie. She is my guest for the evening,” he says.

“We’ve not seen you before. This must be your first time,” one of the Lisas says.

“What a treat,” the other Lisa smirks. “I wish it could be my first time again.”

“A dose of the right stuff, and anything can feel like the first time,” one of the Stevens says. It doesn’t really matter which one. They are all clearly playing up in some silly way.

“Is this why we’re here? To have banal conversations?” I try to ask the question discretely, but there’s no real way to do that, and I am sure I am overheard.

“She’s eager to experience the pleasures of the Embassy,” the other Lisa says.

“Manners, pet,” Marcus chides me.

I never thought I could be bored by a conversation at a secret cabal’s twisted sex party, but it turns out that some people can make anything feel very pedestrian and ordinary.

“Why are we meeting these people?” I murmur the question when we are out of earshot.

“Some of these people will be useful for you to know. Some of them will appear in your life again in various guises. It might come in handy, one day, pet. But I understand, you are done with petty socialization and small talk. It’s time to show you what really happens here.”

He leads me out of the lounge and through a door. As soon as it opens, I hear screams. It is impossible to tell if they are cries of pleasure or pain.

I hesitate, but Marcus pulls me through.

“A few silly conversations in the lounge might feel preferable now, might they not?”

He is teasing me, but I am not listening. I am too busy staring.

In this very large room, a woman is being whipped by two men, each of whom brandish a fearsome flogger. They are taking turns striking her across her buttocks and the top of her shoulders. Every time a flogger lands, there is a fresh flash of bright red on her punished skin, and a wail escapes her.

“What did she do?”

“I could not say. This treatment might very well be a reward,” Marcus says.

“She might enjoy that?”

“She might.”

I have heard of S&M before, of course. Whips and chains excite me, that sort of thing. I understand the theory of it, such as it is, but seeing it in action in this liminal space gives me pause. She is being beaten publicly, and she is suffering.

I find myself pressing back against Marcus, as though he might protect me from a similar fate. I already know I would not enjoy that treatment. I didn’t like it when he spanked me privately. If I were to be publicly punished, I think I would physically melt through the floor.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come here. I don’t belong here. I don’t want this.”

“Easy,” Marcus soothes me, his fingers rubbing the back of my neck in a way that is probably supposed to be soothing, but yet again reminds me that I have been chipped. I am here because he wants me here, and I don’t think I am going to be allowed to leave without a taste of some of this depravity.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

The flogging continues as Marcus ushers me through the shadows.

Marcus

I take my newest pet through the other side of the public playroom and into one of the private rooms. She has barely seen anything of what the Embassy offers, and yet she is already shaken.

“I can’t be here. I can’t…”

My poor pet is so very afraid. It makes my cock rise as she looks at me with those eyes welling with emotion. I shouldn’t enjoy her distress, but of course I do. She has been so composed and so cocky.

“Remember how mouthy you were back in your apartment? How much sass you gave me?”

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