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asked. Zach scowled at him.
“She’s engaged.” Something in Zach’s tone, the prim way he stated the fact, caught Mitch’s attention. Uh oh. “I’m only scening with her so she can get what she needs since her fiancé isn’t kinky.”
Shit. He’d only meant to poke at Zach and Kincaid, and whatever was going on between them. He hadn’t realized Zach actually had a crush or some kind of feelings for Amy. The man was still scening with her, even though it was purely platonic. Everyone knew Amy didn’t do anything sexual at Stronghold.
“Then I guess we’re back around to Brian.” Mitch grinned easily as if he hadn’t realized Zach’s intensity meant anything. Kincaid was now eyeing Zach with speculation and worry. Good job, Mitch. Brian was going to have to suck it up and share the hot seat instead. “Are you going to find someone to scene with tonight?”
Brian glanced over at the Lounge area. As far as Mitch knew, he hadn’t scened with anyone since Rae at Marquis.
“Yeah,” Brian said slowly, putting his beer down, not looking away from the subs. It was the first one of the night, which meant he was free to play still. “Yeah, I think I will.” Nodding his head, he got to his feet, refocusing on Mitch. “Coming?”
He should.
He really should.
But he didn’t want to.
“Didn’t think so.”
A ghost of a smile crossed Brian’s lips.
Zach clapped Mitch on the shoulder and leaned in.
“Magic pussy,” he whispered in Mitch’s ear. After having accidentally revealed the man’s feelings for Amy, with Kincaid right there and who knows what going on between the two of them, Mitch let him have the jab.
Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure Zach was wrong.
Chapter Nine
Domi
Saturday night at Stronghold.
She took Ana over to Marcus and Julia’s in the morning, dropping off chicken soup for Julia at the same time, who had gratefully taken it before fussing over Ana’s arm. To Domi’s surprise and relief, like Marcus, Julia didn’t blame Domi for the injury.
Apparently, Domi was the only one who felt she was at fault. Unfortunately, the lack of blame from others did nothing to help ameliorate the guilt that was growing in her stomach. Which was why she’d let Rae convince her to come to Stronghold.
If she could find someone to scene with and let some of her emotions out, she’d feel better. But….
“This is a bad idea,” she muttered as she and Rae made their way to the Lounge area of the club. Though it looked like a massive warehouse on the outside, inside, Stronghold was elegantly decorated and had plenty of comfortable spots. After getting through the lobby, the main floor had a huge wooden bar on the right and a cocktail area to the left known as the Lounge before the wall where the locker rooms—the real ones, not like the kinky fantasy room upstairs—and the owner’s office were located. Gorgeous black-and-white photographs of domination and submission decorated the walls, adding to the atmosphere, though there wasn’t often much scening happening on this floor.
Past the Lounge area, there was a large dance floor in front of a stage, where some people would get a little freaky. The stage was usually reserved for large demonstrations, similar to what Marquis put on but more instructional than for pleasure.
Dominants and couples congregated at the bar, submissives in the Lounge area. She didn’t think it was hard and fast, but an unspoken rule everyone seemed to follow. It wasn’t a bad thing, though. The Lounge had comfortable leather armchairs and a large, dark red fluffy carpet to cushion knees, so if a dominant came over and demanded the submissive, they were negotiating with, kneel for them.
At the back of the room, next to the stage, were the staircases going up to the private theme rooms and down to the Dungeon, as well as a hall leading out to the gardens. The whole club smelled like leather and was designed to put everyone in a sexy mood.
But tonight, Domi wasn’t feeling sexy at all, even though she was wearing one of her sexiest outfits.
Normally, when she went to Stronghold or Marquis, it was like shedding her mom persona and letting her inner self be free. Today, she felt like she was trapped in her own skin. Her corset felt too tight, her boobs and legs too exposed, and instead of giving her confidence, she wanted to go back home, put on comfy pajamas, and watch a bad shark movie.