stairs. His gaze landed immediately on Alice. Everything seemed to freeze—every muscle in his body, her ability to pull air into her lungs, the sounds that filled the club—as time stretched taut. In that moment, all that existed were the depths of his brown eyes and the look of shock on his face. Then the world rushed back around her, sending her head spinning.
“Master Gael.” Mistress Red practically purred as she spoke. Alice was pulled beside the chair where he sat, forcing her to keep eye contact with him. “What a pleasure to see you once more. And you brought company. Hello, gentlemen.”
He closed his eyes, breaking the invisible hold he’d taken on her, and shifted his attention over to Mistress Red. “They’re friends of mine from out of town. I thought they would be more comfortable here than some of the other clubs.”
Mistress Red made a sexy humming noise and began to play with her hair. “You’re sweet to say so. But you don’t look like you’re having a good time yourself.”
“I was looking for something particular.”
“Interesting. May I ask what? I might have someone who can meet your needs downstairs.” Mistress Red put a hand to Alice’s shoulder and pushed down. “You know I’m always looking to pair the right people up.”
Her intent was clear—Alice knew what kind of man Gael was now. If she truly was interested in getting to know him more, she needed to play her part. A part that she didn’t fully understand. If he was a dominant, that meant he was looking for a submissive. Remembering the men and women downstairs on their knees, how they all seemed to have an air of contentment around them as they waited for...something, that was the sort of thing she needed to do for him.
She’d have to give up her hard-fought control. She’d have to trust that she wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of her life.
Without thinking too much about what this all meant, Alice dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes locked on Gael.
He didn’t look away from her. If anything it felt as though his eyes were able to see through to her soul. “It’s highly specialized. Honestly, I’d given up on the idea. Though I’m starting to think that there isn’t anything you can’t provide, Red.”
“You know me—I’m always trying to make my boys happy.” She patted Alice’s head. “Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen? Some restraints and a paddle perhaps?”
One of Gael’s friends grinned. “I think we are ready to go downstairs to one of your bays.” He squeezed the girl’s ass—hard. “A paddle is an excellent idea.”
“Come with me, boys. I’ll get you all set up.”
No one bothered to ask Gael or Alice if they were going to be joining them. In fact, Alice was fairly certain that neither man had even noticed her there on the floor. Or if they had, they didn’t care in the least about her opinion. It was almost like being back on the pageant trail. Say what the others expect you to say, not really what you think.
Once the group had gone downstairs, leaving them alone, she expected Gael to say something to her. Demand an explanation about why she was here. Have him give her a hard time about tracking him to the club, whether intentional or not. Anything. What she wasn’t expecting, and was honestly having a hard time dealing with, was this stretch of endless silence.
She hated the quiet. It was why the television was always on in her house. Her childhood had been a state of constant noise and chaos. Quiet normally meant her mother was in the bathroom, crying. That would lead to Alice being thrust into another series of child pageants, until the cycle spun around once more.
Being on her knees in front of Gael was turning out to be no exception. The urge to talk, ask him the thousand questions that were rolling through her mind—what was wrong, was he mad at her, should she leave—was overwhelming. But when she opened her mouth to do just that, he held
“Master Gael.” Mistress Red practically purred as she spoke. Alice was pulled beside the chair where he sat, forcing her to keep eye contact with him. “What a pleasure to see you once more. And you brought company. Hello, gentlemen.”
He closed his eyes, breaking the invisible hold he’d taken on her, and shifted his attention over to Mistress Red. “They’re friends of mine from out of town. I thought they would be more comfortable here than some of the other clubs.”
Mistress Red made a sexy humming noise and began to play with her hair. “You’re sweet to say so. But you don’t look like you’re having a good time yourself.”
“I was looking for something particular.”
“Interesting. May I ask what? I might have someone who can meet your needs downstairs.” Mistress Red put a hand to Alice’s shoulder and pushed down. “You know I’m always looking to pair the right people up.”
Her intent was clear—Alice knew what kind of man Gael was now. If she truly was interested in getting to know him more, she needed to play her part. A part that she didn’t fully understand. If he was a dominant, that meant he was looking for a submissive. Remembering the men and women downstairs on their knees, how they all seemed to have an air of contentment around them as they waited for...something, that was the sort of thing she needed to do for him.
She’d have to give up her hard-fought control. She’d have to trust that she wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of her life.
Without thinking too much about what this all meant, Alice dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes locked on Gael.
He didn’t look away from her. If anything it felt as though his eyes were able to see through to her soul. “It’s highly specialized. Honestly, I’d given up on the idea. Though I’m starting to think that there isn’t anything you can’t provide, Red.”
“You know me—I’m always trying to make my boys happy.” She patted Alice’s head. “Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen? Some restraints and a paddle perhaps?”
One of Gael’s friends grinned. “I think we are ready to go downstairs to one of your bays.” He squeezed the girl’s ass—hard. “A paddle is an excellent idea.”
“Come with me, boys. I’ll get you all set up.”
No one bothered to ask Gael or Alice if they were going to be joining them. In fact, Alice was fairly certain that neither man had even noticed her there on the floor. Or if they had, they didn’t care in the least about her opinion. It was almost like being back on the pageant trail. Say what the others expect you to say, not really what you think.
Once the group had gone downstairs, leaving them alone, she expected Gael to say something to her. Demand an explanation about why she was here. Have him give her a hard time about tracking him to the club, whether intentional or not. Anything. What she wasn’t expecting, and was honestly having a hard time dealing with, was this stretch of endless silence.
She hated the quiet. It was why the television was always on in her house. Her childhood had been a state of constant noise and chaos. Quiet normally meant her mother was in the bathroom, crying. That would lead to Alice being thrust into another series of child pageants, until the cycle spun around once more.
Being on her knees in front of Gael was turning out to be no exception. The urge to talk, ask him the thousand questions that were rolling through her mind—what was wrong, was he mad at her, should she leave—was overwhelming. But when she opened her mouth to do just that, he held
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