Keep Me: A BDSM Romance Read Free Page B

with my teeth as well, we’ll be here all night.
    “Present.”
    I sit back up on my heels, hands behind my back.
    He ruffles my hair a little. “Good girl. You may put my slippers on now. With your hands.” He makes it sound like he’s doing me a favor, but there’s no question that it’s an order.
    “Good. All fours. Footstool.”
    I scramble into position in front of him. When he puts his feet up on my back, crossed at the ankle, they’re heavy. I look down, not quite able to meet the gazes of those around us.
    “As you see,” he addresses the crowd, “slave play, like all types of BDSM, is about trust. Vivian didn’t even know what I had planned for her tonight, but she jumped right into it. We trust each other. She knows I won’t do anything to harm her, and I know she can be counted on to follow my orders. She’s a good girl.” He pats my head again.
    I try to be the best footstool I can be while he continues. “We didn’t agree on a safeword before we started, which is not something I’d normally recommend. Vivian’s experienced, and we have a standing club rule that if nothing else is agreed on, the traditional red and yellow are assumed. I know Vivian knows this.”
    To be honest, I’d forgotten. I was so caught up that safe wording didn’t even occur to me. I’m not about to ruin his presentation, though.
    “Anyway, I’m sure the poor girl is getting sick of my big paws on top of her, so I’ll give her a break.” He takes his feet off me and stands. “Present standing.”
    I get up as quickly as I can. Hands behind my back, feet together, head bent and eyes down. It’s a long time since the last time I did slave play, but it’s stuck with me.
    “Look at me.”
    I lift my head, meeting his eyes. Under the soft lights in the play area, they look gray rather than blue. The intensity in them startles me. They crinkle just a bit in the corners when he grins.
    “You failed to pick up the slippers properly. That’s one punishment so far.” The crowd murmurs. It’s obvious which part of the demo they really want to see. “Just remember that.” He gestures at the duster and an apron hanging on the shelf. “Dust my living room.”
    I blink. And here I thought I was in for a spanking. Menial labor? Or just more tasks for me to fail? Doesn’t matter. An order’s an order. I pull the apron over my head, grab the duster and look around. I start with the coffee table. Everything’s clean, so it’s all for show, but that’s just part of the play.
    Meanwhile, Caleb lectures. “See how she moves with elegance? The slave’s job is to please her Master at everything she does.” Immediately, my mind is filled on ideas for other ways he might want to be pleased as well. No idea if the audience can see it, but I definitely feel my cheeks flush.
    “The best slaves are efficient, hard-working and enticing all at once, every move they make aimed to both fulfill their duties and to entice their Master.” I can hear the grin in his voice when he concludes. “A slave that fails to fulfill her duties because her Master couldn’t keep his hands off her is the best kind, in my opinion. It even gives me cause to punish her afterwards.” The crowd chuckles.
    Is he saying that I do that to him? Or just playing up the crowd? Caleb’s always been nice, but it never occurred to me that he had those kinds of thoughts about me. Now that he’s bringing it up, though, I’m definitely getting some of those thoughts about him. Almost without thinking about it, I put a bit more wiggle in my step and try to position myself so he gets glimpses down my dress. More than one can play at this.
    “Beautiful, right? Enough dusting. I’m sure the furniture is clean enough. Hang up your tools, Pet, then present before me. Quickly.”
    I hurry, hanging the apron and duster on the hook, but I only make it one step towards him before I hear the light thump of the duster hitting the rug.
    His brows furrow, but his eyes