Slave School Dropout by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BIN 01260-00386
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Published: 2020-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Nyla sat at her computer long after she’d finished her conversation with a nice man who called himself a submissive in a chat room for people who dug this thing called BDSM.

Nope. No fucking way was she going to be anyone’s submissive. That implied Lucas was in charge and no one was in charge of her.

Yeah, you’re not the boss of me… neener, neener, neener.

But did it really mean that? Not according to the nice man who liked to be called mean names after he washed your floor and licked your boots clean.

Oy.

This was insane. She wasn’t going to clean anyone’s floor while being called a shithead, nor was she going to have one of those cork things they called a butt plug rammed up her ass. Not a chance in hell. She had a maid to clean, and if she needed a little colonic cleansing, she’d get a damn enema, thank you.

Oh, God, she could feel a hairball form at the back of her throat, knotting her terror in a tight fist of panic.

According to justasub on BDSMandmore.com, it was a matter of allowing yourself the freedom to let go, which seemed peachily appealing if it didn’t involve being tied to one of those damn racks of torture she’d seen in the pictures on the net.

Well, okay, it wasn’t torture. For some, it was exceptionally pleasurable.

Not for this feline…

Nyla had seen some things on the Internet that alternately freaked her out and fascinated her. Other stuff just went too far. Who thought PVC pipe was a smokin’ hot bedroom toy? There were extremes to this BDSM thing and if what Lucas had in his pantry was how he liked his sex, he had some splainin’ to do.

Nyla couldn’t remember seeing any clothespins in Lucas’ closet of magic goodies. She’d have never believed it until she saw it with her own two nearsighted eyes.

Yep, clothespins. Used to arouse one in what was called a scene in BDSM. That wasn’t even the half of what she’d witnessed.

They even had schools you could attend to become a submissive or a Dominant.

Jesus, she’d be some slave school dropout, now wouldn’t she? Cuz she couldn’t do some of that shit for all the tuna and caviar on the planet.

So was Lucas submissive or Dominant? Forget that question. Nyla knew the answer without hesitation.

He was Dominant.

Nyla gulped and closed her eyes, staving off the image of Lucas between her legs. She focused instead on the fringes of fear and worry that accosted her in waves of panic at the possibility he’d want to slap one of those ball gag things in her mouth. Like even that could shut up her screaming. They’d hear her in Idaho, for crap’s sake.

Maybe he wasn’t really into it, and she was jumping to huge conclusions and searching the Internet for things that didn’t even apply to him.

That was sure a whole lot of leather stuff to not be into something.

She wasn’t afraid of Lucas. Quite the contrary. Nyla

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