We could use the business.”
“Unfettered causing problems?”
Tor frowned. “It’s been quiet here lately, that’s all.”
“And you haven’t been worrying about what might happen when
membership renewal comes up?”
He glared at her. “No, I have not.”
“Liar.” She opened the door. “Let’s emerge to greet our
guests, mon cher .”
“If you’re not channeling mother, we might need to check for
possession.”
Mouse grinned. “No worries. I’m not Regine. I could never
pull it off.”
“You might be surprised, sweetheart.”
He took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm
before leading her out of the office and staff area at the back of the club to
where the evening activities were already taking place in the public play area.
He loved the way her eyes widened as they strolled through
the club. Tor introduced her to long-time members who relaxed in the main
seating area near the front entrance. She sat down with them and began asking
them about why they were members. What drew them. At first, several were put
off.
“Tell me, young lady, why should I explain anything to you?”
Master Marcus, who had held membership since the club opened, asked as he
petted the soft hair of the submissive kneeling at his feet.
“Because I’m new to this world and I want to learn. Isn’t
that the point?”
“No vulgar curiosity?”
“No Sir. When Regine left me her shares in this club, she
also tasked me with learning, not judging. That’s what I want to do. I want to
know what draws people to this life, yes. But even more, I want to know the
draw for you of this club. Why here instead of another place?”
Master Marcus smiled slightly, surveying her from head to
foot as she leaned forward earnestly. The older man glanced at Tor and raised
his brows. Mouse looked between them and saw the way Marcus seemed to ask
permission. She pressed her lips together and glared. Despite what Mouse
thought, Marcus wasn’t asking permission to speak freely about the club. No,
Marcus was asking if Mouse was taken.
Though he knew he should shake his head, he couldn’t help
but nod to indicate she was claimed. Marcus sighed and returned his gaze to
Mouse.
“Very well, my dear. What would you like to know?”
Tor left them knowing Master Marcus would quietly pass the
word to the other Dominants not to approach Mouse with the intent of playing
with her. If she played with another Dom or Domme, he wasn’t sure he’d be able
to handle it. Six years was a long time to wait for someone, but he’d waited.
Not patiently, but he’d waited. Oh, he hadn’t been celibate by any means, but
his few relationships had been light. No commitment right from the start. He
glanced over at Mouse and watched as she laughed at something Marcus told her.
Shit. Obsession was a bitch.
Tor went to talk to Wade so he could get his mind off Mouse,
even if it was only for a little while. He kept his eye on her as Marcus
introduced her to other members and she questioned several submissives. A
couple of submissives were here solo and she spent a lot of time chatting with
them. He watched with pride as she politely asked the permission of the
Dominant before questioning a collared submissive. She was learning fast.
“So, Tor, how is Regine’s little protégée doing?”
Tor grinned as he turned to face Mistress Zarah. “Very well.
I think we might survive the next six months without killing each other.”
“In other words, she’s remaining mute and letting you do
what you want?”
“Hell no.” Tor laughed. “She’s a fucking pain in the ass.”
Zarah raised her brows. “Since when do you enjoy sassy
subs?”
“What makes you think she’s a sub?”
“The way your mother described her, darling. The perfect
assistant. Almost psychic about knowing what Regine needed before she needed
it.” Zarah turned to look around the room. “If your mother had been the least
bi or lesbian, she would have probably taken the girl
“Unfettered causing problems?”
Tor frowned. “It’s been quiet here lately, that’s all.”
“And you haven’t been worrying about what might happen when
membership renewal comes up?”
He glared at her. “No, I have not.”
“Liar.” She opened the door. “Let’s emerge to greet our
guests, mon cher .”
“If you’re not channeling mother, we might need to check for
possession.”
Mouse grinned. “No worries. I’m not Regine. I could never
pull it off.”
“You might be surprised, sweetheart.”
He took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm
before leading her out of the office and staff area at the back of the club to
where the evening activities were already taking place in the public play area.
He loved the way her eyes widened as they strolled through
the club. Tor introduced her to long-time members who relaxed in the main
seating area near the front entrance. She sat down with them and began asking
them about why they were members. What drew them. At first, several were put
off.
“Tell me, young lady, why should I explain anything to you?”
Master Marcus, who had held membership since the club opened, asked as he
petted the soft hair of the submissive kneeling at his feet.
“Because I’m new to this world and I want to learn. Isn’t
that the point?”
“No vulgar curiosity?”
“No Sir. When Regine left me her shares in this club, she
also tasked me with learning, not judging. That’s what I want to do. I want to
know what draws people to this life, yes. But even more, I want to know the
draw for you of this club. Why here instead of another place?”
Master Marcus smiled slightly, surveying her from head to
foot as she leaned forward earnestly. The older man glanced at Tor and raised
his brows. Mouse looked between them and saw the way Marcus seemed to ask
permission. She pressed her lips together and glared. Despite what Mouse
thought, Marcus wasn’t asking permission to speak freely about the club. No,
Marcus was asking if Mouse was taken.
Though he knew he should shake his head, he couldn’t help
but nod to indicate she was claimed. Marcus sighed and returned his gaze to
Mouse.
“Very well, my dear. What would you like to know?”
Tor left them knowing Master Marcus would quietly pass the
word to the other Dominants not to approach Mouse with the intent of playing
with her. If she played with another Dom or Domme, he wasn’t sure he’d be able
to handle it. Six years was a long time to wait for someone, but he’d waited.
Not patiently, but he’d waited. Oh, he hadn’t been celibate by any means, but
his few relationships had been light. No commitment right from the start. He
glanced over at Mouse and watched as she laughed at something Marcus told her.
Shit. Obsession was a bitch.
Tor went to talk to Wade so he could get his mind off Mouse,
even if it was only for a little while. He kept his eye on her as Marcus
introduced her to other members and she questioned several submissives. A
couple of submissives were here solo and she spent a lot of time chatting with
them. He watched with pride as she politely asked the permission of the
Dominant before questioning a collared submissive. She was learning fast.
“So, Tor, how is Regine’s little protégée doing?”
Tor grinned as he turned to face Mistress Zarah. “Very well.
I think we might survive the next six months without killing each other.”
“In other words, she’s remaining mute and letting you do
what you want?”
“Hell no.” Tor laughed. “She’s a fucking pain in the ass.”
Zarah raised her brows. “Since when do you enjoy sassy
subs?”
“What makes you think she’s a sub?”
“The way your mother described her, darling. The perfect
assistant. Almost psychic about knowing what Regine needed before she needed
it.” Zarah turned to look around the room. “If your mother had been the least
bi or lesbian, she would have probably taken the girl
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