The ride is uncomfortable with my hands cuffed behind my back, but nothing beats the fact that there's a clamp pinching my clit.
This is going to be a long night.
True to his word, Nate undoes the delicate cuffs the second we park in front of the town hall. They're just two normal diamond bracelets now, and by the time we're going up the stairs, what I feel the most is the soft satin against my aching nipples.
Someone is waiting at the top of the infinite stairs, right by the entrance, and while I recognize the long bleached blonde hair, I can't process the outfit.
"Emma?"
She's wearing a long, white gown that hugs her petite body perfectly, and the delicate threads of blue sewn into it make her eyes pop.
She turns to us, looking at the time on her phone. "You guys are late. I left the house twenty minutes ago."
"Why are you talking about my house like you have any right to stay there?" Nate asks bluntly.
