“Petra,” he stated using his Dom voice, and she immediately stopped and faced him. Like a true sub. “You will not be embarrassed, ashamed, or nervous about your career. You will be proud of your accomplishments, and you will share them with me.”
“I’m sorry, I just worry because I’ve had a few, let’s say, disasters in the past. It’s not just with vanillas but also with other Doms. They get upset when I know more about the lifestyle than they do, and well, they have problems when—”
“When they don’t perform like in your books.”
“Yes. I also had a boyfriend once set up an entire scene which he had taken from one of my books. He didn’t know that I wrote it, and when he found out he didn’t handle it well.”
“Petra, I’m not like them, and I can promise you that I will recreate scenes from you current books and maybe any future ones. I know that I am going to love it and so will you. I know the difference between reality and fantasy.” He pulled her hand toward him, pulling her into his lap. “Let’s not play games. Let’s be honest from the start as that old saying goes. Start as you mean to go on.” She relaxed and leaned into his body, resting her head against his chest. He rubbed her arm, soothing her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
* * * *
She decided that so far this was the best date she’d ever had. The restaurant had been a romantic little Italian place with real candles on the table. They had laughed and talked for hours, and when he told her their next destination she had been even happier. For a sub this was a perfect way to end a date. The club was full for a Thursday night, but the familiarity gave her a sense of comfort. She waved to people she knew as they moved toward the main floor, and she wondered what scene Kyle wanted to play out. She really wanted to show him a scene in one of her forgotten manuscripts. The ones she had half written and then forgotten. It had this one hot scene with two Doms, and he did tell her he was willing to play out any scenes that were in her books. If she ever needed more motivation to write hotter and more in-depth scenes, this was it. To know anything she wrote she could live out in full was amazing. Now she didn’t just have to write from experience with a touch of imagination thrown in, she could write full fantasy and have it delivered. Her pussy pulsed with the thoughts running through her head. She felt a twinge of guilt as most of those fantasies included Caleb as well. Kyle was such a nice guy and a real Dom, but there was a darkness about Caleb that drew her. He was the perfect bad boy.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“I would love a water, thanks.” She never mixed alcohol and playtime. She’d seen too many disasters when subs got seriously hurt by drunken Doms or hurt themselves by being inebriated.
Kyle left her to get a bottle of water at the bar, and she noticed Master Scott walking toward her.
“Petra, my sweet exotic flower, are you here looking for someone to play with?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.
He was the eternal playboy, and she’d played with him before on a number of times. A few had thought they would have a permanent arrangement, but she knew what he was like. He was a player, and no one woman would be enough for him. She didn’t judge him. He never lied. He never hid who he was. He never made promises.
“Master Scott, I’m sorry to disappoint, but my dance card is already full tonight,” she responded.
“A crying shame. Is he anyone I might know?”
“Master Kyle Gordon.”
“The doctor?” he asked, his face contorted as though he had swallowed something not quite sour but not tasty either.
“Yes,” she replied, concerned. “Should I be worried?”
“No, no, he’s a very good man and a good Dom. I wasn’t aware he’d come back to the lifestyle.”
“No one stays away for long,” she replied casually, hoping she’d hidden her concerns.
“I heard about your fantasy night, very impressive, my dear,” he drawled, looking her over like a fresh piece of meat. “I’m surprised. I never thought of you as a masochist,” he said, taking hold of her waist in a proprietary fashion, which was very unlike him.
“Most don’t.” The concern in her voice echoed that something was going on. She turned her head to see what was happening around them.
* * * *
Caleb was monitoring the main floor, filling in as a dungeon master. He occasionally filled in when the club was short staffed. Thankfully he only had another ten minutes before he was off shift. He and his cock had watched Kyle and Petra walk in. Not a great situation when wearing leather pants, he thought ironically. The moment that Kyle left Petra on the main floor without a collar stating she was taken, she was like chum in a tank full of sharks. It didn’t take Master Scott very long to move in. Kyle had told him he was taking her out to dinner tonight, and as much as it had niggled at him, he’d let it go. After all he didn’t want forever. He wouldn’t let himself be committed to one woman forever. They’d had their fun, and everyone had left satisfied, and he was happy for his friend. Right!
He watched the way Master Scott pulled Petra’s body into his embrace. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. As Scott kissed her cheek, he clenched his hand, his blood starting to boil. He wanted to rip Scott’s hands away and break his arms in the process. Where the hell was Kyle? Didn’t he know that he’d left Petra vulnerable? Scott was a good guy, and he knew he wouldn’t hurt Petra, but still, no one put his hands on his woman, oh, he meant Kyle’s woman. When Scott wrapped his hand around Petra’s waist as though she were his possession, Caleb snapped, and before he even understood what he was doing, he moved toward them.
“Mine,” he growled as he took Petra from Scott’s hands and dragged her toward the bar.
“Caleb, what the hell are you doing?”
“Do not speak unless your Masters give you permission.” He grabbed Kyle’s shoulder as they passed him while dragging Petra toward the stairs to the private rooms.
“Hey, man, what are you doing here? Petra?” he heard Kyle ask, not understanding what was going on either. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t explain. He was driven by his need to possess her, to own her.
Chapter Twelve
“You were right,” Scott stated.
“When am I wrong?” Craig asked smugly.
“One day you’re going to find yours, Craig.”
It seemed everyone was telling him that. He’d an unfortunate feeling that the time was already here. He really didn’t want to be the butt of everyone’s jokes or for all the other Masters to smile smugly as they watched his downfall. As hard as he was trying to hold on, he just kept on slipping. The woman was going to destroy him.
“Yes, well, until that day…” They both watched as Caleb dragged both Kyle and Petra upstairs toward the private rooms. Sandra would’ve had room four already set up to his specifications by now. There were many options available to Caleb and Kyle for Petra’s second claiming. As much as both those men didn’t want to believe they had claimed Petra, they had that night of fantasy in front of the entire club.
“Promise me you’ll never meddle in my life,” Scott said.
“I don’t meddle. I just occasionally lend a helping hand.” Scott chuckled and then laughed.
“You call that a helping hand? You set Caleb up. You had me threaten his claim so he had to react.”
Everyone needed a little push sometimes. Caleb would thank him one day if he ever found out what he had done. “No, Scott, Caleb didn’t believe he had a claim at all. I just made him face the fact that he does. He wants her just as much as Kyle, but he was willing to walk away. I was showing him that he couldn’t before it was too late to repair the damage.” He knew that if Caleb messed this one up he would never be whole. He would never see that his idea of how a relationship should work was flawed.
“All right, again you’re right, Master Craig. But after Michael, Jason, and Grace, then Dylan, Mathew, Peter, and Mia, you’re starting to look a bit like a fairy godmother or a matchmaker.”
Fairy godmother, he would give him fairy godmother. “Would you like my assistance, Master Scott?” he drawled as he turned to face the man. Scott put his hands up as if to ward him off.
“Now, now, let’s not get nasty. I’m completely happy with my life,” he replied defensively. If only that was true. Scott could try to hide from the world the fact that he was lonely, but Craig saw it. Yes, the man was a player. He wouldn’t settle for a simple sub or slave. What he needed was both. He needed a slave for his 24/7 dominance, but he also needed a sub that he could spar with, someone who would challenge him out of the bedroom. He was no one-woman man. But he could definitely be a two-woman man. And he had the perfect duo. Unfortunately they weren’t ready just yet. Well, Holly was, but Emma hadn’t hit bottom yet, and he knew that she wouldn’t be able to move on and let herself fall in love again until she faced herself and felt the pain that she had been denying. He looked at Scott as he moved off to follow the tail of a walking, kinky Barbie doll. He really hoped that Emma would be ready soon.
* * * *
“Caleb, what the hell are you doing?” Kyle demanded as he pushed them both into the private room. Thankfully, one was free. He really didn’t want another public club scene, especially when he felt so raw with the need to own Petra, to hide her and make her his. He wanted to covet her.
“You left her unattended on the main floor without a collar. Master Scott had his hands all over her.” He seethed.
“What?” Kyle turned to face Petra. “Is this true?” he demanded.
“Now hold on here a second. This is blowing itself way out of proportion.” She dropped her bag on the seat by the door. “Yes, Master Scott came over to say hello to me. We are friends.”
“Friends? Friends don’t kiss and hold their friends’ waists, pulling them into their body.”
“What!” Kyle shouted.
“Caleb, what the fuck! That did not happen,” she shouted back.
“He was all over you.”
* * * *
The quiet words sounded so much more dangerous than the shouted ones. Petra was starting to understand the issue here. Caleb was jealous. He was jealous of her. “He was not, and it’s not like either of you have a claim over me anyway,” she replied and regretted the words when she saw the flash of hurt in Kyle’s eyes. “Kyle, honestly he didn’t do anything untoward and I wouldn’t do anything. Please understand I’m not like that,” she pleaded, looking at him. When she watched him look closely at Caleb and then back at her, she swore she saw a lightbulb go off inside his head, as though suddenly everything made sense and all was right with the world again.
“Caleb, I believe our little sub deserves punishment for her behavior,” he drawled as he removed his jacket.
“Definitely.” Caleb pulled his black T-shirt over his head, leaving him in just black leather pants and boots. Damn, no man should look that good in leather.
“What?” How the hell could Kyle think that of her? She wanted to slap him. She could understand Caleb. He was more primal, but Kyle? He moved toward her, pulling her hair away from her neck, and leaned close to her ear.
“Tell me you don’t want this and we’ll stop right now. Or you can play along and have a very enjoyable time.”
What? Play along? What was he talking about? They hadn’t discussed a scene? It then dawned on her the lightbulb she saw on Kyle’s face earlier was when Kyle realized Caleb was jealous and was willing to play out a scene to prove it. She could see it now. She was the misbehaving sub who let another Dom touch what was his, and she was going to be punished and fucked to be shown who she truly belonged to. Hell yes, she wanted to play along. Amazingly, only two people in the room saw it as play. To Caleb this was real even though he hadn’t acknowledged the fact to himself. Why not have some fun?
“I’m sorry, Masters.” She lowered her head in submission. Caleb sat down on the bench seat.
“Strip and lower yourself, sub,” he demanded.
Shivers worked their way along her body, and she could feel heat begin to burn in her pussy. Slowly unzipping her dress, she decided to make a show of it. She moved her hips side to side, allowing the material of her dress to slip down her body, only using her hands when it became trapped on her hips. Using her hands, she molded her hips and upper thighs, doing her best stripper impression. By the looks on both men’s faces, it was working. Her half-cup black bra held her breasts up and on offer while exposing her nipples. The little scrap of black cotton, lace, and she was sure Lycra that just cupped her ass was just as sexy as the bra and discreetly covered her pussy. She hated G-strings with a passion, only wearing them for show and only for a short time. Silk and full lace just wasn’t practical for long time use either. She loved this set. It was over seven months old but still looked brand new.
She slipped her thumbs in the panties and started to pull them down, and she turned and bent over, giving both men a good show. She turned back around, facing them with a sly smile, and moved her hands to her back to work on the latch of her bra.
“No, leave it on for now,” Kyle demanded. She strutted over to Caleb and positioned herself at his thighs and then bent over in one clean move. Caleb’s gasp of breath told her he was impressed with her maneuver. It was her turn to gasp as she felt Caleb’s hand rub against her naked ass, smothering and lulling her. The first smack took her by surprise. Over and over again he smacked, each one just driving her need higher, and she could feel her swollen pussy begin to drip. Caleb rubbed her reddened and heated ass and dipped his fingers into her.