that he didn’t care about getting a lot of clients because he had inherited a ton of money when his father died, and he mostly worked to get out of the house and away from his wife. Which I thought was awful until I talked to her on the phone a few times.
“You said you were never going back to the club. I believe your exact words were ‘no way, no how.’”
“I changed my mind. That’s allowed, isn’t it? I was wrong for letting Mr. Young change my mind about who I am. I’m a Dom, damn it, and I have as much right as he does to be there.”
“I don’t know Jordy. Both he and Austin said it could be dangerous for you.”
“Bullshit. That was just an excuse to make me stay away. Please, Tori. I can be careful about the subspace thing. If it’s even real, which I doubt. I’ll just avoid both of them. Let me go with you this weekend.”
She shrugged. “Okay, I guess so. But you have to be careful and do what I say.”
“I will.”
And that was how I wound up sitting at Tori’s table the next Saturday night, listening to music and drinking a beer. There had been no sign of “Master Logan” yet, though I’d been looking. I had dressed in the same thing I wore the last time we’d come, the mesh black shirt and the same tight jeans. I hadn’t seen Mr. Young since that day in the office—supposedly, he had meetings with clients at the studios. I thought he was just avoiding me.
In fact, I was just beginning to relax, when a dark shadow suddenly loomed over the table. I looked up to see Master Logan, a furious frown on those perfect lips.
“Jordy, what are you doing here?”
“This is a public place. It’s a free country, last time I looked.”
Logan glanced at both Tori and me. “I need to speak to Jordy alone. Will you excuse us please?” He took hold of my bicep to draw me to my feet. When I turned and looked at him, he gave me a stern look. “Come with me.”
“No.” I looked over at Tori, imploring her with my eyes to help me out of this, but she looked steadily back at me with not an ounce of pity.
“Jordy,” he said, “I said come with me. Don't make me say it again.”
“You’re not my Dom. But okay,” I replied, glancing longingly at the door. I wondered what he would do if I made a break for it. I realized how silly that would be and looked back up at him again.
Master Logan, who had been watching me closely, said sarcastically, “Do you remember when I told you I want you to keep your eyes on me?”
I nodded and caught my breath, the breath that also seemed to be trying to make a break for it and leave the rest of me behind.
“Then I think I'm within my rights to spank you if you disobey me again. Consider that your last warning. Now come with me.”
Spank me? Did he just threaten to spank me? I needed to get out of there in a hurry. I wanted to look longingly at the door again, but I was afraid he’d catch me. Hypnosis—that had to be the answer.
“But-but Master Logan…”
Mister Young—Master Logan—turned and started for the bar, and I had to hurry to keep up with him. I arrived behind him, slightly out of breath, in time to hear him ask for a key to one of the rooms in back. The bartender slid one to him, saying something I couldn't catch over the roaring in my ears. He flicked one look back at me, and said, “Let's go.” Then he walked toward the back rooms with me following behind him and trying to keep up with his much longer strides.
Chapter Six
He got to the door and used the key to open it. I don't know exactly what I expected. Some kind of dungeon room, maybe. But this room had only a double bed, made up with clean white sheets with a chair beside it. There was also a tall cabinet in the room and a bench like the kind I'd seen online called a spanking bench. The cabinet doors were closed, and the bench looked pretty innocuous shoved up against the wall—almost like it was trying to pass itself off as a small, black, padded picnic table, though I knew its dirty little secret.
I eyed