Keep Me: A BDSM Romance Read Free Page A

perfect.
    Wait, why am I doing this? I’ve done slave play enough times that the positions are second nature. I just didn’t expect them today. “Caleb...”
    “Silence!” His voice thunders, making a shudder go through me.
    Got it. I won’t get any answers until we’re done. That’s alright. I haven’t played since before... Well, the whole Gabriel and Dawn clusterfuck. This might be exactly what I need.
    Okay, need to center. Clearing my head, I try to get into the right headspace, letting my shoulders relax. Feeling as ready as I’ll get, I wait in anticipation.
    Caleb ignores me and addresses the crowd instead. “Well, now that we’re all here, I’m ready to start.” The smirk is clear in his voice. “First of all, I’d like you all to meet my lovely assistant, Vivian. She’s filling in for Kate, who couldn’t make it tonight due to other commitments. I’ve seen Vivian in action before, though, and I’m sure she’ll do great.”
    Agreed to might be stretching things a bit, but I’ll play along. Already the familiar tingles rush under my skin. I shiver softly, my hormones firing up, but otherwise do my best to hold perfectly still. I’ve never been mastered by Caleb, but I’ve yet to meet a Master who’d expect anything less.
    “Next, I’d like to welcome you all to this demonstration of Master and slave play. It’s nice to see so many taking time out on a Tuesday night.” He works the crowd like he’s done this a lot. How have I not seen him lecture before? “You’ll be treated to some straight submission, perhaps some mild humiliation, and if you all help me keep an eye out for mistakes, we should be able to get in a couple of solid rounds of punishment as well.”
    Oh God. I can only imagine the kinds of spankings someone built like him can dish out. Just the thought sends a rush of heat into my lower stomach.
    Caleb comes around to stand in front of me. With my gaze straight, I’m looking right at the suggestive bulge under his leather pants. It’s funny. I’ve never thought too much about that particular part of him, but right now, I have to admit I’m pretty curious.
    “Notice her posture. Looking straight ahead. Attentive, alert, waiting for my command.” He runs his hand through my hair like a soft caress. “She’s a good pet. Well trained.”
    The crowd murmurs. This is so strange. Sure, I’ve done slave play before, and in front of an audience even, but never as part of a demo. This time, I’m just a prop, and it’s strangely impersonal and exciting at the same time.
    “Let’s see how she does with commands. On all fours, Pet.” There’s steel in his voice, but it’s not necessary. I obey, putting the fact that everyone can look up my dress out of my mind. At least I’m wearing panties. “Good.” He sits into the leather chair. “Fetch my slippers.”
    I scan around, and spot them on the rug next to the stocks. Knowing what he expects, I crawl over there on my hands and knees. I feel silly doing this in front of the crowd, but part of me loves it too. Not sure why, but I’ve always enjoyed these games.
    The slippers are soft leather moccasins. I make the mistake of picking them up with my hands when I hear his chiding voice, like he’s scolding his dog. “Nuh uh uh. I said fetch , Pet.”
    Right. Putting the slippers back down, I try to get at an angle that lets me pick them up with my teeth. I hear chuckles in the crowd, which make my cheeks burn. I can be a good pet, damnit. How hard can it be? Hard enough. The slippers prove difficult, and it takes several tries before I finally manage to get them both in one bite.
    Lifting my head proudly, I crawl to Caleb with as much grace as I can manage. Our eyes meet, and he beams approval at me. It’s a nice feeling, especially with so much having gone wrong lately. Maybe this is exactly what I need.
    I drop the slippers next to his bare feet, unsure as to what he wants me to do. If I’m supposed to put them on