Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Allyson Young Page B

from last night, and we can sit with the other members for a while.”
    She stared at him. For some reason she thought they would spend more time in bed, and she had hoped for another spectacular orgasm. She pouted for real.
    “That doesn’t work with me, darlin’. Nothing for you. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were up to a few minutes ago. Now, get cleaned up, and I’ll bring you your clothes. Or you can wear my shirt. I’m sure the other folks wouldn’t mind.”
    She felt her temper flare and swallowed it back, throwing a smile his way instead of her empty coffee cup. She bent from the waist to pick up the abandoned shirt and made sure he got a good look at her ass before she stomped off to the bathroom.
    “And, Jackie? Leave the plug in. I’ll take it out at your place.”
    Her feet faltered at his words. He couldn’t mean for her to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with that thing up her ass! Not sitting out in the lounge area with people! She turned and opened her mouth to sass him and refuse, only to see him standing in the middle of the room, tucked away again in his boxers, his lean torso belying his strength. His face gave nothing away, but she could swear his eyes glowed. Cat’s eyes. It made her hot, and she decided to pick her battles. If she was too uncomfortable, then it could always come out in awhile, and she thought she’d take care of herself in the bathroom.
    “You don’t get to come by your hand, either.”
    Shit. She smiled again, as demurely as possible. “Of course. Master .” And then hustled into the bathroom and shut and locked the door.

Chapter Six
     
    He managed not to laugh until he let himself out into the hallway. All the rooms were soundproofed, although most of them were monitored, and he didn’t want Jackie to hear him. He should have dragged her ass to the couch and smacked it red for her cheeky insubordination, but he simply didn’t need all of that lifestyle anymore all the time. He needed her love, he needed her trust, and he needed her respect. He figured he had the former and the latter, and that she mostly trusted him. She likely didn’t yet fully trust herself or what they were embarking on. He still had some thinking to do on the subject, not quite so sure of himself anymore. If that made him vanilla, so be it. And what he had planned for later wouldn’t really be counted as vanilla. Besides, he felt lighter and younger than he’d felt yesterday, and she would be thinking that she’d pulled one over on him. Master. There was no room in this relationship for one Master. He was happy to be her Sir, but wasn’t above a little mindfuck.
    He heard voices emanating from the room that had been utilized last night and put faces to them. Monica and Robert. They were on the cleaning roster for the week. He peered around the door, and yanked his head back. There wasn’t a lot of cleaning going on. There weren’t a lot of switches in the Club either, and Monica and Robert were the only married couple in that category. Alistair didn’t want to intrude, although he liked to observe, but he certainly didn’t want to be found wandering the halls in his boxers. He still ran the Club, and he still had his standards, although the loincloth-style towel last night probably had some tongues wagging. His smile returned as he tiptoed past the open door and successfully gained the member room. He’d finally identified the feeling. He was happy.
    Ashley had picked his clothes up and laid them on the bed. He pulled his leathers on and thrust his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, although he’d evidently torn the buttons off in his hurry to yank it off last night. He found a couple of them but gave the rest up as a bad job. He gathered up Jackie’s little pile of clothes and scooped up her shoes and made his way back to her. He hadn’t missed her disappointment when he’d sent her to clean up after she’d serviced him so beautifully. Her unsatisfied