It’d taken Rey all of five minutes to feel as though she’d come entirely to the wrong place, that the Uber driver had brought her to the wrong building. More than just that: she might as well have landed in the wrong galaxy. Finn had gotten her into the same waiting gig that he had on the weekends, one that paid all cash and didn’t bother asking questions so long as those they hired honored the same idea. He’d pressed that idea upon her, repeating it until she assured him that he didn’t have to worry. She wouldn’t talk, she wouldn’t dare say anything that might jeopardize either of their jobs.
At first Rey couldn’t understand why. Though Finn swore up and down that what he was doing wasn’t illegal, she couldn’t comprehend why it was that an establishment would be so rooted in secrecy if they weren’t smuggling drugs or . . . or something worse.
As she watched two women step out onto the raised dais of a stage near the very back of the large room, the shorter of the two leading the taller by a leash, she started to understand. The shorter woman carried herself with a poise that made Rey certain her eyes were tricking her about her height, and though the woman on the lead was a good half a foot taller, she kept her shoulders and head bowed, her body covered in nothing but black mesh, and the leather of the collar that kept her close.
An elbow against Rey’s side made her nearly drop her chrome platter of petit fours on the marble floor, and her cheeks bled pink as she turned to see Finn grinning at her. “Don’t stare, peanut,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear, his own platter of champagne flutes balanced perfectly on his right palm. “They’ll start to think it’s your first time in a kink club.”
But it was, and Rey’s blood very nearly burned her alive as she watched the couple begin to go through some sort of routine. An exhibition, of sorts, for the crowd that had gathered stared just as intently as Rey. The shorter woman, carried the attention as though she was born to do so, and Rey couldn’t help but lean in closer to try and hear her soft words to her partner. Her posture showed only her total confidence, and adoration that Rey caught when she managed to catch her face in profile. The same affection was mirrored tenfold up at her from the woman she still held onto, now on her knees, smiling up at her as though the woman before her was the second coming of Jesus.
Rey couldn’t begin to imagine trusting someone so much, but she burned to try.
In which Rey gets herself involved in a formal BDSM contract, and Ben tries to woo her into being his submissive.
Shout out to @selinakyle47 for letting me play with her idea! You’re the best, darling!
