Chapter 84. Blessed

Miles

My gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the assortment of BDSM equipment arranged on display panel. Leather whips hang in orderly fashion. An array of restraints, from delicate silk ties to sturdy metal cuffs.

No cuffs. I don’t think Sophie would be comfortable with cuffs yet. I walk towards the wall and grab a heavy whip. Then I walk towards the wooden paddles. Each one is unique in design, hanging like artwork.

I gave her a head start of three minutes this time. The timer buzzes, and I walk out of my room. To my surprise, we have gained quite an audience. I thought it was not a busy day. At least two dozen club goers are waiting, observing me.

A smirk lingers at my lips as I sweep my gaze throughout the audience watching us. Just to make sure the little kitten isn’t hiding here. My cock hardens, ready to rip out of my pants. I wish she was hiding here. I would love to take her in the middle of a room full of people. To show them what I can ha