The Deal

When the top of the baton made contact with her bare skin at the top of her thighs, the difference in sensation startled her. She glanced back at Lucas. He raised his arm. She closed her eyes. The first point of contact rang through her entire being. She gasped aloud, panting. It differed to having Lucas's palm on her. It was a sting more than a slap. Her entire nether region tingled.

He delivered a series of blows, the baton bouncing off her thighs.

When the strobes next hit she saw her own shadow cast high on the walls to her right, her body arched to her Master's hand. It was too intense.

She turned her head the other way, but that only meant she caught sight of other scenarios. A silent whip moving in time with music, couples kissing, touching – and most of all onlookers. Their eyes on her.

As another sting rang through her, she cried out, unable to hold back. It was deliciously arousing, the pain/pleasure bound up with the experience of being exposed in her sexuality, her fetish of choice.

Thoroughly wired, she hung her head, her hair hanging down over her face, trying to remain upright.

Then she felt his hand at the zipper on her skirt.

If he undid it all the way he could put his hand inside. She'd known that as soon as he'd shown her the outfit. Now it was about to happen.

As the zipper was undone, she felt cool air on her ringing flesh.

Then she felt his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy through her skimpy G-string. He squeezed. Hard. He manipulated the flesh, crushing her clit.

She lifted her head and moaned loudly. The sound was lost in the music.

She was close to climax. She flashed hot and cold, feverishly aware of her entire skin – the onlookers and the firm hand of her Master while he brought her to orgasm

It flashed through her mind he'd watched her masturbate over Skype

He'd known about her exhibitionist streak since they were in Edinburgh together.

Lucas had been learning her all the time, ready for this.

In the cup of his palm, she came.

Chapter Seven

The call from Georgio Melandros came early on Monday morning, when Naomi was lying in Lucas's bed. Lucas was preparing breakfast. It was a task he seemed to enjoy. She'd been texting Sam, telling her to get down to Mass with a bunch of girlfriends if she wanted to check out some Doms. When her phone bleeped, she glanced at the clock and knew immediately who it was. She tried not to hold her breath, and answered.

"Georgio, good morning."

"Welcome aboard, Naomi Kildare. I'd like to represent you."

She sensed he was smiling. "Georgio, I'm thrilled to bits!"

"I can't wait to get started. Your work is innovative and unique. We've got an exciting time ahead."

"That means so much to me." She was so pleased she grew tearful. "Most of all that's what I needed, to know you liked my stuff enough to go forward and represent it."

"I adore your designs! In fact I'm wondering if there's going to be room in the timetable to design a few select men's items… just a suggestion. Throwing it out there." He laughed.

She was stunned. A moment later she wondered why she hadn’t though of it herself, her creative juices immediately flowing. "That a terrific suggestion."

"Excellent. I'll make a list of stuff I want." He chortled at the other end of the line. "The next thing on the agenda is get the contracts department to put together a deal for you. We like to have every new client meet with Lucas Eaglestone, the company owner. It's important he meets the people under his umbrella."

Finally she knew for sure, Lucas hadn’t influenced this. She'd done it all by herself. "I look forward to it."

Georgio chatted on for a few minutes. As they were closing, Lucas walked back in to the room, wearing only boxer shorts. Instinctively she waved, pointed at the phone and grinned.

"Speak to you later," she said to Georgio, "and thank you."

She disconnected. "Georgio offered me representation."