‘He’ll be back in a minute.’ Dan cupped my breast, dragging his thumb across my nipple. Despite how worn out I was, my body still quickened. ‘Your first scene at the club… how was it?’ he asked, watching my swollen lips as he spoke.
‘Good.’ Moaning, I pressed against his hand. ‘Different. Demeaning,’ I said with a small smile. ‘But I suppose that was the point.’
‘It was, and you responded well. Sir Emmerson was right about you.’ He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his deft fingers. ‘But we’re not done with you yet.’
‘No?’ I glanced at his crotch. He’d tucked himself away, but his erection tented his trousers. ‘Did I…?’ I stared at my hands. ‘Never mind.’
He gripped my chin to lift my gaze. ‘Did you what?’
‘Did I not please you?’
‘You did very well, sweetheart.’ He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes glittered when I took it into my mouth and sucked. ‘You were willing to follow my guidance. That’s all that matters. Don’t worry. If you become a member, they’ll train you.’
I released his thumb. ‘To give blowjobs?’
‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘But most importantly, how to submit to a Dom.’ His gaze lifted off me. ‘Sir Emmerson is back. Why don’t you show him what a good girl you are by kneeling before him? I’m sure he’d love your warm mouth on his cock as well.’
‘I would like that.’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled as he set a drinks tray and a small plastic bowl with a flannel on the dresser. ‘Come, Ophelia,’ he ordered, snapping his fingers.
A few weeks ago, I would’ve snarled at a man for daring to treat me as a subordinate. Or would I? The first time Dr Braithwaite revealed his dominant nature, I’d been shocked but also eager for more, willing to do anything to please him. He still had that effect on me, so I slid off Dan’s lap and staggered towards him.
He stopped me after a few feet. ‘Crawl to me.’
My mouth fell open. I scowled as I sank to my hands and knees, but crawling towards him wasn’t like I’d imagined. It was demeaning, but I also loved the way his eyes lit up when I knelt by his feet.
‘Good girl.’ My heart swelled when he put his hand on my head. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘A little sore.’
‘I bet. I fucked your tight arse pretty hard.’ He grabbed the flannel and wrung it out over the bowl. ‘Turn around. Face down, arse up so I can clean you.’
I shook my head. My skin crawled at the thought of having everything on display like that, so I reached for the cloth. ‘I can do it myself.’
Dr Braithwaite dipped his chin, peering down at me, and I recognised the silent warning in his eyes, but I couldn’t make myself do what he wanted.
He put the cloth back in the bowl and went to the door. Panic bloomed within me when he opened it and crooked his finger at someone out of view. A mountainous man in dark clothing and curly ginger hair ducked his head to enter the room, so broad and tall that it took me a few blinks to notice the four naked women trailing after him.
A naked, long-legged brunette with a spiked collar around her neck entered the room first. The two blondes following her wore silk corsets and barely there G-strings. The last woman, a curvy brunette with pouty lips, wore what I could only describe as a rope bra – an array of thin red ropes bound her heavy breasts in an intricate pattern that must’ve taken hours. She also had a collar, but this one was adorned with jewels.
‘Room service,’ the tall man announced, letting out a throaty laugh.
‘Thank you, Marquis Theo,’ Dr Braithwaite replied.
Marquis? I shuddered when Theo’s pale irises swept over me. Yes, definitely a sadist. I could feel it in my bones. Why was he here?
‘Ophelia, meet Emily, Willow, Sophie, and…’ Dr Braithwaite smirked. ‘Georgina. What a treat.’
Which one was Georgina? I hated her already, even though she didn’t acknowledge him. None of the women did. They stoodwith their backs straight, heads bowed, and their hands by their sides, waiting like obedient subs. Everything I wasn’t.
Theo folded his arms, drawing my attention to the ‘M’ embroidered onto his shirt. I wondered why they were marked. Because they were dangerous? ‘I heard about your talent show,’ he said. ‘Naturally, I had to include Little G.’
Talent show?
My stomach pinched.
‘I see,’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled.
‘I’ll collect them in… twenty minutes?’ Theo asked.
