Author: Kitty Jones
Category: Young Adult
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Fiona raises an eyebrow, patiently waiting.
“I don’t know what ya’ll want me to say.”
“Did you sleep together?” Dax wants to know.
“No.”
“Did you suck him off?” Belinda whispers quietly.
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“Nothing like that.”
“He broke your heart,” Fiona says.
The room seems to fall quiet as I stare at him. There might be dozens - if not hundreds - of people in the club tonight, but the only one I see is him.
Aaron is the only person here who matters tonight, but I still have one burning question: what does he want?
Seriously, what is this guy waiting for?
I find myself moving toward him.
I don’t say anything to my friends, and they don’t try to stop me. They’ll be here if I need them. I know that much. Submissives have to stick together, and we do.
I reach him in no time at all, and then I stand in front of him.
“Mallory,” he whispers.
“Master Aaron,” I say.
He looks surprised for just a fraction of a second, but I’m not an idiot, nor am I new to the entire BDSM thing. I’m not about to give him or any other Dominant an excuse to paddle my ass. Not tonight.
Not when Aaron is here.
Usually, I’m a bit of a playful brat, but right now, I just want to know what he wants.
“You look lovely,” he says. He looks me up and down, but when his eyes move, they don’t make me feel slimy. I just feel happy. Content.
I kind of hate that I feel that way.
“Thank you, sir,” I say.
“You have manners,” he says, but he seems a little surprised by that. I’m only a little rankled by the comment. Of course I have manners. I’m a submissive player at an exclusive club in the heart of the city. I’m not new to this game. I’m not new to any of this.
Except, perhaps, to knowing my partner outside of the club.
Not that I don’t meet people outside of the club. I do. I mean, we all do. It’s only natural. I’ve had coffee with Hank and Taylor, and I’ve met up with the other subs for lunch and all that, but Aaron is different.
Aaron knows me from before, and somehow, that makes me feel just a little bit uncomfortable.
Okay, a lot uncomfortable.
“Thank you, sir.”
Somehow, I manage to force the words past my lips, but I kind of feel like I’m choking on them. If Aaron notices, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he looks at me carefully.
“Can I help you with something?” I finally ask. It’s hard not to notice his appearance. He’s lovely to look at, and more than a little bit handsome. He’s charming when he wants to be. He’s never exactly had a hard time finding a woman.
But I’m surprised to see him here, in this place. This is my place. This is my private sanctuary where I do things that other people don’t know about.