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Jonathan. This was his doing. He was torturing her on purpose. She was going to say “umbrella” and call this whole thing off—but she was so close to coming, she could feel it. If only Casey would keep that up for one more second—
    “Damn you!” she yelled as Casey abruptly switched motions with a giggle.
    Oh she was right on the edge…just a little pressure right on her clit and she would explode…but all she felt was the lightest touch, not nearly enough to push her over the edge. Her pulse was racing and her nerve endings felt so frayed she wondered briefly if anyone actually had died from not being allowed to come. Because it certainly felt that way right now.
    She was going to come, she was going to come— Georgia gasped as she felt the beginning of a contraction and then all sensation stopped. The chastity belt locked in place around her hips and Georgia wailed in frustration as she dropped to her knees on the stage floor, nearly in tears.
    “You can’t do this to me,” she said. “Please, please.”
    Jonathan looked down at her and smiled thoughtfully. “Are you mine, Sweet Georgia?”
    She looked up at him and nodded. “I’m yours, all yours.” It wasn’t even part of her performance. Fuck it. She was done performing. This was about her and Jonathan. Even Casey didn’t matter right now. Those men in the audience certainly didn’t either.
    “If you’re mine, then you’ll want to please me. Do you want to please me?”
    Georgia nodded and reached for his zipper, sure that was what he wanted.
    “No,” he said, restraining her hand.
    “Make me come,” she pleaded.
    Jonathan merely shook his head and walked off the stage. She had disappointed him somehow.
    “Fuck you,” she called after him. “Umbrella.” She stood up clumsily, looking around the stage for Vincent. “Umbrella, Vincent. I’m fucking done here. Now get this motherfucking belt off of me.”
    The men booed good-naturedly as Georgia stumbled naked off the stage, with Casey on her heels.
    Vincent didn’t seem too upset that she said the safeword, he just shook her hand and gave her a hundred-dollar bill.
    “What’s this for?” Georgia asked warily. “I said the safeword. I broke the contract.”
    “I like your act, Sweet Georgia. You’re always welcome back here.”
    Oh. “Thanks, Vincent.”
    “I don’t have a key for that thing though,” he said. “You gotta take that up with Jonathan.”
    Hell no. She was going to have to go to the only person she knew who would actually take the belt off her without hesitation. Her ex, the cop.
    * * * * *
     
    Georgia pushed open the door to the police station and nodded to the lady at the front desk, who waved in surprised recognition. She must have remembered her from the times she had stopped by the station when she and Erik were dating.
    “Is Erik here?” she asked without preamble.
    “Officer Ramirez?” the woman replied. “I’ll let him know you’re here. Have a seat, dear.”
    Georgia ignored her, preferring to stand. She had too much anger built up just to sit there and twiddle her thumbs.
    A door on the side opened and Erik looked at her, raising his eyebrows. “Come around back,” he said, holding the door for her.
    “Thanks.”
    Erik brushed a speck of imaginary lint off his pristine uniform and pulled a chair out for her but Georgia just shook her head.
    “Lemme guess. I need to go get some bolt cutters.”
    “Yup. I need this thing off me, now.”
    Erik’s jaw tightened. “I’ll be right back.”
    Sighing, Georgia leaned up against the edge of the desk and waited. “Finally,” she breathed in relief when he came back moments later holding a pair of heavy-duty red-handled bolt cutters.
    “I’m gonna kill this Syler asshole,” Erik said as she lifted her skirt up. Holding the belt away from her skin as far as he could, he clipped the side, grunting with exertion as it took him a few tries to cut through the thick metal. Georgia was able to release