Page 80 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

I followed after him quickly because I didn’t want to be left alone here and slipped between him and a barstool.

He leaned across the bar to order us two drinks, then looked down at me. “You hate my punishments that much, yet you follow me around like a puppy dog.”

“I do not.”

“You know what your punishment is going to be tonight,brat?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt in the middle of the bar. I grasped his hands to get him to stop, but he continued popping off the buttons, leaving me in my bra and skirt. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

“Hector,” I whispered, cheeks warming as people started to look over at us.

“What? The brat can’t take it?” he hummed, reaching behind me to unzip my skirt.

It fell to my ankles, and I held my hand over my thong. “I-I can!”

The bartender slid two glasses across the counter, and I went to grab one. I needed to down something if Hector was going to make me walk around, practically naked, at a goddamn sex club!

“This isn’t for you.” Before I sipped the drink, Hector grabbed it from me. “Follow me.” He started walking away and smirked back at me. “Or you can continue to be a brat and stand there, half naked. Choice is yours, Heather.”

When he was halfway across the bar, I followed after him to a couple on a black leather couch. The woman was sitting on, what looked to be, her husband’s lap, smiling at Hector, then looking back at me trailing behind him.

“Is this your submissive?” she asked.

“Yes, this is Heather,” Hector said. “Heather, this is Russ and Maya.”

“Hi,” I squeaked, suddenly so self-conscious.

Hector handed Russ one of the glasses, then took a sip of his own. “Heather has decided that she wants to be a brat for me tonight, so she’s come over here to ask you what her punishment should be.”

My mouth dropped open, and I shook my head. “I … we …”

Russ took a sip. “Did she break any rules?”

Hector leaned against the armrest and looked at me, awaiting a response. “Did you?”

I opened and closed my mouth a handful of times, growing embarrassed and insecure. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Which rule?”

“Following his directions.”

“His?” Maya asked. “Who’s his?”

“I mean …” My mouth was dry, and I looked to Hector for guidance, but he didn’t say anything.Oh my God, I hated this!I rubbed my sweaty palms together. “I … didn’t follow Master’s directions.”

“And it seems she doesn’t know—or willingly refuses to use—honorifics,” Russ noted.

My cheeks burned hotter, and I peered at Hector. “Wh-what should my punishment be?”

“You’re not asking me,” Hector said. “You’re asking Russ. Look at him when you speak.”

I looked at Russ, my entire body feeling like it was on fire, and I swallowed hard. “Wh-what should my punishment be for disobeying Master?” I whispered, the words so foreign and awkward on my tongue.

Maya giggled softly. “It depends on how much you’re willing to make amends.” She leaned closer to me and smiled. “How much do you want to please your Master, Heather?”

CHAPTERFORTY-SIX

HEATHER

“I would doanything to please him,” I whispered, nerves shooting up and down my arms.

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