Destiny sat in the middle of one of the couches, and Paul stopped at her feet and knelt up. “So, how is your night going?” she asked, clearly enjoying that their casual chats would now be taking place with him in a position of subservience.
“Good. How about yours?”
“Busy,” she said, crossing one leg over the other and playfully kicking her foot through the air in front of Paul. “Oh, that reminds me. You have a punishment coming.” She pulled the leash taut. “What are you being punished for?”
“For trying to make you feel bad about doing other dances.”
“And for acting jealous.”
“And for acting jealous,” Paul said.
“And what do you have to say for yourself?” She pulled hard on the leash.
Paul had to strain against it to keep from falling forward. “I’m sorry, Mistress Destiny.”
“I won
