Seven Days - The Beginning (Jess & Liam's Story, #1)
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“He’s not touching you,” he says but it’s delivered with a smile.
Back on the stage a small woman walks into view. She’s got on a black bra, a G-string with a garter and stockings, and stiletto heels. Evren takes her hand and presses his lips to the inside of her wrist. The woman smiles and drops to her knees, looking at the floor. The Sultan Sex God releases her hands and pets her head, leaning into to say something. She looks up as he runs a hand under her jaw, tilting her head back. They exchange a few words and he helps her to her feet, then guides her to the large X.
“He’s going over what they are going to do.” Liam leans in. “He’s making sure she is in the correct headspace, not too nervous and she is still up for putting on the show.”
The small woman faces the cross and he crouches, running a hand along the inside of her thigh, urging her legs open. Sultan straps her ankles to the wooden contraption, tugging at the leather, and then does the same with her hands. He tightens the chains at the back to secure her now bound wrists to the flat board. Another woman comes out with a small tray and places it on a stool off to the side.
I suck in air and grip my dress. I realize I’m barely breathing and neither is most of the crowd. Only faint sounds of soothing thumping music plays through the club. Liam’s hand smooth’s down my back, and I lean forward to watch. This weird shit is what I’m going to have to do, so I better pay attention.
The guy lifts an object from the tray and it uncoils, the end falling to the floor. My mouth must have fallen open because Liam pulls me back to him. “It’s a whip with a tassel at the end.” I glance in horror to him and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, he knows how to use it without hurting her.”
This is insane.
My eyes float, drawn like a magnet back to the stage and the whip he’s running over her back. It’s not as long as say, a slave owner’s whip, but it looks scary as fuck and if Liam comes near me with that thing I’ll snatch it and beat him with it. The guy slides it a few more times over her skin and runs his hands over her ass. He walks with his head down taking deep breaths like he’s preparing himself though I think she’d be better off doing this. His wrist flicks out towards the crowd and the whip cracks so loud I flinch, closing my eyes and every part of me freezes. Liam's hand lands on my back and he pulls me to him. He grips my chin and looks into my eyes, searching, silently asking if I’m okay. I nod and look back to the stage.
The guy steps back, rolling his shoulders then lets it fly. I don’t know how the chick doesn’t scream, but she remains still. He does it again, and a small red mark appears on her shoulder. Sultan the Tormentor cracks it ten more times then moves to the woman, palming her ass and moving his hands up to her back soothing her skin. He runs the whip between her ass cheeks and her head falls back. His fingers glide between her legs and she releases a soft moan. The whip is placed back on the tray. Next he picks up a new whip looking thing, but this one is made of thin silky red tassels. He moves over to her and runs it over her back, soothing where he hit her with the longer one. Then he flicks it and it lands gently on her skin. He does this again, slowly working up speed until he’s making small circles with his wrist, lightly brushing her back, moving it up and down and all over her ass. The short whip is placed near her feet as he bends and presses his mouth to her ass, flickering his tongue out, licking her skin.
Sweet fuck, that’s hot.
Sexy Sultan slides his fingers between her legs and I’m pretty sure shoves a finger inside her, forcing another moan. In between my own legs tingles and I glance to Liam— who is watching me, rather than the weirdly hot-as-hell show. His bronze eyes darken and I lean in, brushing my lips against his ear. “Whatever the fuck that is, that’s what I want to do.”
His shoulders rise as he takes a breath. “It is a flogger.”
I don’t care what it’s called. If I have to do this stuff, I certainly won't protest to Liam mouthing my ass cheeks and—
“Are you ready to go?” he asks, watching my face.
On stage, the sex God has unstrapped the woman and carries her offstage.
“Where is he taking her?” I ask.
“Aftercare.”
“What’s that?” I ask keeping my voice low.
“Evren is taking her to tend to her, thank her and considering the state she was in probably fuck her.”
Oh my God.
I turn to face him completely. “We are so doing that.”
“You want me to tie you up and use the flogger?” Liam asks, his hand moving over my arm.
Yes, I certainly do. Liam glances at his watch and his eyes move around the club before landing back on me.
“The sooner we leave, the better.” He stands and pulls me to my feet. “We have four days and counting.”
Jess and Liam’s Story Continues with...
Four Days
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A Madam Jolie Playhouse Novella
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Jess & Liam’s Story
Book 2
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Fanny Lee Savage was born in Florida where she became enchanted by its diverse culture and rich history. She spent most of her early childhood living in the central part of the state before moving to Colorado.
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