Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11) Read Free

incredibly uncomfortable, especially knowing
that Lucian has probably used all of this stuff on someone else. And
recently too.
    I try not to seem
like a noob as I walk into the room and give it a look around. The
cocky little office bastard is grinning at me, assessing my reaction.
My insecurity is probably starting to shine through, but I quickly
try to reign it in, taking long strides to the small closet in the
far corner of the room as if I'm actually interested in changing.
    “ Sir
Lucian prefers that his submissives wait for him on their knees. So
whenever you're ready, flick the light switch, then come to the
center of the room, face the door, and kneel. Place your hands behind
your back and bow your head respectfully. He'll give you instructions
when he enters. Do you understand?” There's the slightest hint
of dominance in his voice as he rattles off what I'm to do. It's as
if he's trying to practice on me, and I can't help but scowl.
    “ Got
it, chief.” I mock salute him in complete disrespect, silently
telling him to get lost. I've got this.
    I can see the
muscles in his face tense as he realizes that I won't allow myself to
be bullied. No doubt, if he doesn't tell Lucian who I really am,
he'll at least probably tell him that I'm a complete brat. Surely,
they have that much communication.
    When the door is
shut behind me, I let out an audible sigh. Be on my knees in the
middle of the room? Is that a new rule of Lucian's? He didn't ask
that of me the first time I came here. Then again, I was a complete
novice wanting the lightest experience possible. Perhaps he knew that
would be too intimidating for me.
    Absentmindedly, I
open the closet and then close it again, not even bothering to peek
inside. I don't care what's in there. A dozen outfits that Lucian has
already seen before on different bodies. I just need something to
still my nerves before I flip that switch and know that there's no
turning back.
    “ You
can do this, Amy.” I fan myself with my hand. As soon as the
front desk guy closed the door, it felt like the temperature in the
room jumped up by about twenty degrees. I know it's just me though,
my nerves heating me up from the inside. “You've got to do
this.”
    I take long strides
across the room, knowing that time is ticking. If I keep stalling, I
might not get out what I need to say. That would be a travesty
considering that I'm paying $5 per minute for this.
    I inhale deeply and
close my eyes before flipping the switch to signify that I'm ready.
Then I dash across the room to stand in front of the Saint Andrew's
cross with my back towards the door, pretending to run my fingertips
down the long wooden beams. I want Lucian to be absolutely shocked
when he sees me standing there. I want to watch that smug look on his
face melt away and be replaced with shear discomfort at the fact that
I chased him down.
    It's so quiet that
every one of my senses is on high alert. I listen for the sound of
footsteps coming down the hall, but I hear nothing. Now that I think
about it, as soon as the office guy closed the door, all outside
noise was lost. This room is well insulated, unlike the first one I
was in. I can't help but wonder if it's so that no one will hear me
scream.
    I tap one of my blue
pumps on the floor in nervousness. This place is strangely silent for
a house of pleasure and pain. Recalling my first time at Flesh, I
don't remember hearing anyone moaning or screaming when I was led to
my room. It was the same this time too. Though I do remember hearing
Lucian's footsteps. Maybe it wasn't as busy last time. Or perhaps
they purposely have thick walls to contain everyone's individual
experience. I'm confused now and putting way too much thought into
it.
    Minutes tick by, and
as they do, I find myself getting more irritable. It's the same as
last time. He's late. Doesn't he have any regard for the fact that
people pay good money for this? No. Because he's a selfish asshole
through and through. How he