I'd bought at a yard sale a few weeks before and hadn't had a chance to try. I could wear those. It would be the only leather I wore, but I could buy myself some. If I decided to go back to that club after tonight.
I spent the rest of the day taking long, hot bubble baths to soak my back and watching Netflix. I was content to do that all weekend, but then I remembered I'd promised Tori I'd go out with her. I sighed heavily and headed out to the parking lot with a sinking feeling that I was going to regret this. A lot.
Chapter Two
“Are you ever going to take off that jacket? Jesus, Jordy, it's like ninety degrees in here.”
“It's fine. I'm fine.”
“Yes, indeed you are,” said some random guy passing our table. He waggled his eyebrows at me and looked like he wanted to stop until he saw the evil glare Tori blasted him with.
He did a double take, smiled at her and said, “Oh, sorry, Mistress Tori. I didn't know this sub was yours. My apologies, but you really should collar a pretty little thing like this.” He nodded again, gave me a once over as I sat there in shock and moved on.
I whirled back around and glared at her. “Collar me? Pretty little thing? Why didn't you set him straight? No, I should have done it. Where is that guy? I'll let him know I'm not a sub. Once I'm ready, I'm definitely going to be a Dom.”
One of Tori's friends sitting at the table with us snorted as he laughed out loud, and she slugged his shoulder. “Shut up, Jeff.”
“What?” he said, looking confused as he rubbed his shoulder. He glanced over at me. “Oh wait, you mean you weren't kidding? Oh. Sorry,” He turned to Tori and shrugged. “I thought he was making a joke.” He gave me a little apologetic wave and got up to go dance with a group of other young guys on the dance floor.
“What the hell, Tori? Your friend Jeff was laughing at me.”
Tori moved over beside me and put her hand on my arm. “Don't mind him. It's okay, Jordy, no one cares, really. You just do you. And you know, there’s nothing at all wrong in being a sub, like you seem to think. If it turned out that you were one, that would be fine too. Subs are incredibly strong—I'm in awe of mine.”
Her gaze strayed over to the same group Jeff had joined. She had introduced me to her sub, Michael, when we’d first arrived. Since he worked a lot at night, I’d never had the chance to meet him before. He was tall and ruggedly built. Not at all like I had a sub pictured in my mind. He was a cop, and really good looking, so I could see why Tori was so attracted to him. Still, he'd never be what I wanted—someone smaller and sweeter and less...well, less demanding.
“He's what they call a power bottom, right? I'm not into those. I know subs are strong, and Michael is great. But I know what I’m doing. Subs like Michael are not my type.”
She glanced back at me and shrugged. “Okay, whatever you say. But in the meantime, take off the jacket before you have a damn heat stroke.” She used what I assumed was her Domme voice, and I found myself taking it off just to please her, and not because that tone had sent a shiver through me. I wished I could be like Tori, so commanding and strong. I admired her, and besides, she was right. It really was warm in there, and I felt a lot cooler with my jacket off. Maybe the mesh shirt wasn't such a bad idea after all, because I could at least catch any stray breeze that happened to float by.
“Sorry it's so crowded tonight,” Tori said, brushing back her bangs. “It's usually not this bad. It's the demonstrations, I think. Master Logan is here tonight, and he's known all over the city for his rope work. Really impressive, and he's doing a demo, like I said, of his rope skills, so a lot of people are here to see him.”
“Can we go see this demonstration? Sounds intriguing and this Logan...who is he exactly? What’s he like?”
Tori shrugged. “Very private. He doesn’t socialize much, and no one knows who he really is. He wears a mask, and his voice is all