Bound for Trouble: BDSM Erotica For Women

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From Sitting Pretty by Alison Tyler:

She licks her lips, sips her drink, chatters the ice cubes in the glass. Dave is relaxed, leg crossed so his ankle rests on his knee, watching me. I know what he wants to see. There’s no reason to put off the inevitable.
“Dave says you’ve been a bad girl,” I tell Lexi, and her nervous twitching movements suddenly stop.
“What did you say?”
I enunciate carefully. “Dave tells me you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” I add the second bad for emphasis.
She looks shocked at Dave, who doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. He takes a drink and smiles, nothing nervous in his attitude. Dave likes to be here. He’s sitting in his black leather chair. I finished that one just for him.
“Did you, Dave?” she can’t decide how to play this scene. Does she act all giggly about it? Or become incensed, her reputation soiled. I’ve stripped her first layer, without any effort at all.
Dave nods, but gives her no additional assistance. This is where we find out what Lexi has in her. Will she storm out? Throw her drink at Dave? Call me an old lecherous bastard? There are a slew of possibilities, but I’m fairly secure in the end result of the evening. Or morning.
She worries her bottom lip. She squints her blue eyes at me.
“Why would you say that?” she asks, and the question is posed to both of us.
I decide to be the one to answer. “You act like you want to be Dave’s girl,” I tell her, “and then you squirm on that barstool and send off your scent. Do you think he doesn’t see you flirting like that?”
“I was… I mean, I wasn’t…”
“You were.” There’s no need to argue. She seems to understand this.
“I wouldn’t have done anything with them.” She says this with a pout.
“Does that make it better?”
Not many of us get to confront our true selves. We dress up. We go to the bar. We mingle with the rest of the humans. And we wear our masks. I’ve taken Lexi’s away. She is a tangle of nerves, a visible twitching ball of raw emotions.
Her ice cubes are clinking together again. She’s at a juncture. Will she stay or will she go?