Chapter 18

Part of my brain remained frozen, even when my feet were pushed to the other end of the mahogany counter, and my eyes did not dare to focus anywhere other than the ebony shirt that rubbed lightly against my body. Zachary wrapped my waist with a strong arm, and his steps guided mine in a slow and smooth walk, going as far as possible from the dominator made of leather.

I knew I should feel grateful for your strictly necessary interruption, but there was that stubborn part in my brain that worked in a confusion of sounds and lights projected in endless circles, pushing away any control I could have over my body. And it took me an effort to ignore every fanciful member of that party. His latex clothes, whips and collars, swinging in an illusion that he could not have had even in one of my most secret fetishes.

Although, somehow shameful to be assumed, listening to the laughter that followed after a moan of pure sexual relief, a small part of my curiosity got tangled in my nerves,