Yeah. He got that. Except what worries did she have as a damn kid?
She was staring off into the distance, her eyes unseeing and he cleared his throat. “Down here are the open themed rooms. Open because they have viewing windows where you can look in on people’s scenes.”
“They…they want to be watched?” she asked.
“Not much different than out in the dungeon. Except these scenes are in special rooms.”
The lighting was better in here so he took the chance to study her. She had some light make-up on, not a hair was out of place, her lips were full and pink, her eyebrows arched, her brown eyes staring at everything around her but him. Everything about her was poised and elegant.
Except, there was this slight crink in her nose. Not noticeable unless you looked closely. But it made her look less like a doll and more like a real person.
“If people want more privacy, there are more rooms upstairs that are reserved for private play.”
He stepped forward then noticed she wasn’t with him. He turned to her with a slight frown.
“Betsy, what did I tell you about where you should walk?” He dropped his voice.
She quickly moved towards him. “Sorry.”
He didn’t want to push her too far too fast, but she needed to learn to listen and obey.
“What do you call me?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Do it again and there will be some punishment.”
Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened. And yep, he felt like an asshole. He hardened himself against that thought.
“P-punishment?” she squeaked. “But we’re not…isn’t tonight about ob-observing? Sir?”
“Tonight is about teaching you. And no, we’re not scening. However, there are other forms of discipline that don’t require me to touch you.”
“Like what?” she asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“Well, I could make you stand in the corner of the dungeon. Nose pressed against the wall, hands behind your back, ass pushed out.”
“You…you…really?”
He had to bite back another grin at her indignation. He needed to be firm right now. But damn, that was cute.
Okay…why did he keep thinking she was cute? Cute didn’t describe her looks. But her behavior. Yeah, cute.
“I would.”
“But that’s…that’s…”
“Yes?”
“Kind of mean.”
“You were given a rule. You were given a reminder. Now you know that if you keep breaking the rule, then you’ll be given a punishment.”
She blinked and seemed to think about that for a moment. “How do I know what’s a rule and what’s not?”
“There are club rules to follow. You’ve been given those?”
“Not yet, Sir,” she whispered.
“Fucking hell, Angus. What is he doing?”
She took a small step back. Shit.
“Not irritated at you, babe.”
“Oh, ahh, yes. I’m sorry.”
He sighed. “Brown eyes, you don’t have to apologize all the time.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it with a grimace. He guessed she’d been about to apologize again. “That’s harder than it sounds. So is that a rule?”
“Is what a rule?”
“Not saying sorry all time.”
“No, that’s a suggestion for my sanity,” he tried to tease but she nodded seriously. “While I’m your mentor, I’m in charge of your safety and behavior in the club and I want you close to me.”
“This really is a whole new world.”
“Come on, the medical room is up here. You might like that.”
They stopped at a large window. Inside, a Dom sat on a stool between his naked sub’s legs where she lay on the doctor’s table. Her feet were in stirrups, spread wide. She was tied to the table, her hands above her head, a strap around her waist and more straps around her ankles.
“Wow.”
Ink stared down at Betsy. Her scent teased him. Cinnamon and vanilla.
Delicious.
The doctor moved between the patient’s legs then picked up a speculum.
“Is he really going to…is that safe?”
“Every Dom here has to take training sessions,” he told her. “Has Angus signed you up for sub sessions?”
“Sub sessions?”
He took that as a no. Christ. His best guess was that Angus didn’t believe she was truly serious. That he expected her to run after tonight. Ink got it. But he could have given him a heads up.
“They’ll help with some ideas on what you like and don’t like. On what to expect while at the club and during scenes. Shit like that.”
“That sounds really helpful,” she said dryly.
They watched as the doctor used his light to inspect the sub’s pussy.
“Want to hear what they’re saying?” he asked her, pointing at some headphones on the wall. She looked over then nodded.