didn’t see him by the time I finished the glass of wine I planned to order, I’d figure that he got finished early and left, and I’d just go on home.
I sat at the bar and ordered a glass of Chardonay. Logan didn’t like it much when I drank at the club, but I knew I wouldn’t be doing any scenes tonight, so I figured, why not? Besides, if he did catch me and didn’t like it, he just might decide I needed a spanking, and I could get behind that a hundred percent. Maybe I could even let him talk me into trying more. I drank my wine and swiveled around on the bar stool to watch the crowd, and that’s when I saw it.
Logan was on the dance floor, holding Cody, the demo sub in his arms. They were dancing to something slow and sweet, and I got a tight feeling in my chest. I’d never really considered the other sub to be all that good looking in the past. I mean, he was okay. He wasn’t very tall, and he was slightly built. He had sort of dirty blond hair. One thing he did have that I didn’t was red stripes on his back and all down his hips and thighs. They looked like marks from a cane, and I wondered who had put them there.
I didn’t mind if Logan danced with somebody else. Well, I didn’t like it much, but I trusted him implicitly, and he and I had both signed a contract saying that we wouldn’t be romantically or sexually involved with anyone else for the duration of our contract. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t do a scene with somebody else. Had he done something other than bondage with Cody? Had he caned him?
The longer I watched them together, poisonous, pea-green jealousy rushed in, and threatened to fill me up. Logan had Cody’s lean, muscular little body tucked up into his bigger body like he was cradling a stuffed toy, and the sub was hiding his face against his chest. While I watched, Logan lowered his mouth to the blond’s shell-like ear and whispered something to him. Unable to watch another second of it, I wrenched my head away and stumbled a little as I got up off my bar stool, headed for the door. I wasn’t going to sit there and watch that.
Just my luck, before I could make my escape, the music ended, and Logan looked up and saw me. He called my name to stop my retreat and came over to me immediately—or no, not immediately. First he took Cody to a table at the other end of the bar and stopped beside it to hand him off to another man dressed like a Dom.
“I thought you weren’t coming tonight,” Logan said as he reached me and put a possessive hand around the back of my neck. He looked good, as usual, wearing a pair of black, tight-fitting trousers and a black vest, with no shirt underneath and all those muscles on display.
“Come over to our table.”
I followed him and he introduced me all around. I’d already met Tony, but I hadn’t really spoken to Cody. Logan sat down at the table and indicated that I should kneel on the floor beside him. I hated that shit—it hurt my knees and I always felt so awkward as I got into position. I wasn’t graceful yet, though I’d tried to learn the technique of sinking to the floor and not drop down like a rock to my knees. It probably involved using muscles I didn’t have in my thighs yet, and it always hurt.
Finally, I got myself down there. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, so my heart was banging away in my chest like an old shotgun. I lowered my gaze to the floor and sneaked a sideways look over at the other sub, Cody. I had watched him when he arrived at the table, easing himself down as gracefully as a gazelle and settling himself by leaning ever so slightly against his master’s knee. The Dom kept running his hands over the red marks on his sub’s back, so I relaxed a little, knowing he probably had been the one to put them there and not my Dom.
I jumped a little as Logan absently patted my head—like he would pat an old, stray dog. The blond across from me wasn’t having trouble catching his breath like I was after my