Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,15

you’re separated.” Master Brian’s voice was firm. “You can safe word, or you can come in.”

“But... Domi...” Rae’s head swung toward her, and Domi could see the conflict in her expression. She hated and loved that room. She wanted Master Brian, but she didn’t want to want him.

“That’s not your safe word,” Master Brian said as he crouched slightly, flipping Rae over his shoulder. Shrieking her outrage, she slapped his back, but she still didn’t say Red.

“I don’t like this room!”

“That’s why it’s a good punishment, little girl.”

As the door shut behind them, the hallway filled with silence.

Domi bit her lower lip and turned her head to look at Master Mitch. So far, tonight was not going anything like she’d thought it would, and she still didn’t know how to deal with her newly realized feelings for him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d liked a guy enough to even consider having a relationship.

“In here,” Mitch said, opening the door to the Dungeon. It was Domi’s favorite room at Marquis, and they both knew it. Her brow furrowed, trying to figure out what he was thinking but went in obediently. Moving to the center of the room, she turned to face him but couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Do you want to tell me what you and Rae said that had Freddy so riled up?”

Heat filled her cheeks again, and she really couldn’t look at him. “Do I have to, Sir? I realize what I said was shitty, and I regret it.”

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” He walked forward, circling around her, fingers trailed over the back of her bare shoulder, making her jump. Her stomach rolled. Shit. Realizing she like liked him was messing with more than just her head.

“I don’t want you to think less of me, Sir,” she admitted, going for a hard truth. Doms liked hard truths, so if she confessed this one, hopefully, she could avoid worse.

The fingers moving over her skin paused. “All right.”

“Really?” Relief suffused her. That was so much easier than she’d thought it would be. It didn’t make the guilty shame curdling in her stomach go away, but at least she didn’t have to describe to Master Mitch how catty she’d been. “So, um, is that it?”

Smack!

His hand slapped against her ass, hard enough to sting, even through the fabric of her skirt, and Domi jumped in surprise.

“Is that it, Sir,” he corrected. “And no. You don’t have to tell me what you said, but I do feel, as your sometime-Dom, it’s my duty to correct your behavior when you step out of line.”

“That’s really not necessary, Sir,” she said, rushing the words as respectfully as she could. “I promise, I already learned my lesson... and I’d hate to make you miss tonight’s show. I know I don’t want to miss it.”

She also didn’t know if she could handle a scene with him—not without feeling things she shouldn’t.

Unfortunately, the reminder about the fire play demonstration didn’t move him. Master Mitch chuckled, moving around her again until he was in front of her, his eyes roving over the bare skin of her chest as if he was mentally undressing her.

“Then not getting to see the show sounds like a good punishment, doesn’t it?”

One last scene...

That’s what this could be. One last scene to enjoy, then she’d have to cut herself off cold turkey from him. Continuing to have sex with him when she had feelings and he didn’t was a recipe for disaster. Domi’s tongue flicked out, wetting her suddenly dry lips.

“But isn’t that a punishment for you, too, Sir?” After all, he’d come here tonight for the same thing she had.

The smile that spread across his lips matched the wickedly cruel glint in his blue eyes.

“I’m sure I can find a way for you to make it up to me.”

Mitch

He didn’t know what Domi and Rae had done to agitate Freddy but knew it couldn’t be good. When he’d looked up and seen her standing there, he’d had the excited thought maybe he could watch with her, then he’d realized she and Rae were having a face-off with Freddy. That had thrown him completely, and he’d immediately gone to see what the problem was.

As much trouble as he had imagining Domi and Rae doing something really wrong, he knew nothing else would get Freddy’s hackles up. If he’d read between the lines correctly, they’d been gossiping—or worse—about another club member.

There were always members who didn’t get along and