where you can let your needs and desires out without fear of being judged.”
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were still people who would judge her. But there was more acceptance here than outside these walls.
“How did you feel the other night when we were in the Littles’ room? And before you answer, tell me the truth.”
More silence.
“I guess I was nervous, and scared and interested. I felt more at home there than I do out here. Being out here, it’s kind of scary. In there, it felt safer.”
Okay, that was far more than he thought she would tell him.
“It’s not something…I mean, I never thought I would want…I haven’t got toys. I don’t…I’ve never…”
“None of that means that you’re not a Little. Some slip easily into Little space. Some prefer to spend most of their time in Little space. Others find it harder. All the worries, the stresses that we feel as adults can be hard to put aside. But once you do, I’ve been told it’s freeing.”
“It sounds nice.” There was a hint of longing in her voice.
“There’s no right or wrong way to be, Betsy. But if it’s something that you are drawn to, would it really hurt to explore it?”
He liked that she stopped to think about it without giving an immediate answer.
“I suppose I could do that.”
“Brave girl. Come on, I’ll escort you to the Littles’ room. The monitor there will watch over you.”
She stiffened but then gave a nod.
“Words, brown eyes.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
6
Fuck it.
God damn motherfucking crap.
He took a deep breath and looked down at the sub kneeling next to the spanking bench, waiting for his instruction. He should be giving her his full attention. He owed it to her.
Shit. He couldn’t scene with his mind on something else.
Someone else.
Someone who’d stared at him like he was abandoning her when he left her in the Littles’ room, under the watchful eye of a Daddy Dom monitor. She was safe. He needed to focus on taking care of the sub in front of him. They’d negotiated the scene already. Everything was set up.
Yet, he was standing here. Freaking useless.
“Ink?” A hand landed on his shoulder.
He started, pulling back into a defensive stance. Fuck! How had he managed to be so out of it that he hadn’t even heard someone approach?
Angus watched him warily, raising his hands out placatively. “Hey, man, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
Ink scowled. What was the asshole playing at? Why would he come up to him like that? “What are you doing? What do you want?”
“Everything okay with Madison?” Angus nodded down to the sub. She hadn’t moved. She had too much discipline for that. She had plenty of experience.
And he had no interest in scening with her at all.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Are you going to scene with her? Because there’s a bit of an issue in the Littles’ room.”
Ink closed his eyes briefly. Of course there was. “I’m not her fucking Dom. I’m not even her mentor. That was a favor.”
One he was coming to regret.
“I know, man. But she’s shut down. She’s basically unresponsive. I’d appreciate it if you could talk to her. I’ll take care of Madison.”
Shit. What kind of Dom did this make him? But Madison would recover easily, Betsy on the other hand…
“Christ. Fine. Just make sure Madison is taken care of.”
Relief filled Angus’s face. What was up with him?
“Of course.”
Ink crouched down in front of Madison. “Sweetheart, look at me.”
She raised her gaze to his.
“I’ve been called away. Angus is gonna find you someone else to play with.”
Disappointment filled her face before she quickly wiped it clean, nodding serenely. “Yes, Sir.”
He cupped her cheek. “Good girl.”
Standing, he nodded to Angus before making his way to the Littles’ room. Annoyance filled him. Couldn’t he fucking have a few minutes where he wasn’t taking care of this girl?
He paused outside the door, searching for some patience. It wasn’t easy.
It’s not her fault that Angus isn’t doing his job properly.
Besides, not like you were getting fuck all else done because you were too busy thinking about her.
He hit the buzzer. The door opened on an older woman. Angelique. The monitors must have changed.
“Ink?” she asked, surprised.
“I left a sub here earlier. Betsy. Angus asked me to come check on her.”
She blinked, looking more than a bit shocked. Then she frowned. “You know her?”
“I acted as her mentor last weekend,” he said. “A favor to Angus.”
“What is going on with that man lately?” she muttered.