I scrambled onto my knees, eyeing the tall man standing by the open door. A sadist. A living, breathing deviant. The worst of their kind. Part of me wanted to dive into his mind to find what had caused this depravity, but every time those unusually pale eyes met mine, I wanted to hide behind Dr Braithwaite.
Theo’s crooked smile didn’t help, or how he tipped his chin in my direction like he’d singled me out for a private tour of his dungeon. ‘I’m pleased I caught the last few minutes of your show, Sir Emmerson. If you ever need help curbing that tongue, you know where to find me.’
My wide-eyed gaze snapped to Dr Braithwaite. He winked at me. ‘Thank you for the offer, but Ophelia isn’t ready for a dungeon yet.’
Yet?
Theo clicked his tongue. ‘Shame. Such a pretty pussy.’ He snapped his fingers at the other subs. ‘Come.’
I breathed a sigh of relief when the door clicked shut behind them.
Chapter Eleven
Dan sat on the sofa with a heavy sigh. ‘I enjoyed that, but…’ He grinned as he adjusted himself. ‘Now I’m uncomfortable.’
Dr Braithwaite went to the dresser. ‘Ophelia, would you like a soft drink?’
‘Please.’
‘Please what?’
‘Please, Sir.’
He smiled as he passed me a fizzy drink. ‘Did you learn your lesson?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘And what was it?’ he asked, folding his arms.
‘That porn is fake?’
‘She’s not wrong,’ Dan laughed.
‘Shame is not something I’ll tolerate, Ophelia,’ Dr Braithwaite said sternly. ‘I won’t be content until you see yourself as I do. As we do,’ he added with a glance at Dan. ‘What else did you learn?’
Too many things to name. My mind still buzzed with it all, but there was one truth I wanted to share.
‘You were right.’ I smiled. ‘It is cathartic.’
He returned my smile. ‘That feeling will only intensify the more you allow yourself to feel. You’re still holding back, getting lost in your head, but we’ll work on it. Right now, you’re riding a high. Tomorrow, all those thoughts will need to be untangled.’
Undoubtedly, but tomorrow seemed so far away. He’d carved out a place for me where there was no shame, and I wanted to enjoy this moment.
He gestured to the sofa. ‘That won’t do, so I’ve asked Marquis Jack for a room upstairs if you’d like to spend the night with me in a comfortable bed.’ Dr Braithwaite sipped his cola as if he hadn’t just asked me to spend the night alone with him.
Dan leaned back in his seat, looking oddly amused as I fought the urge to ask what this meant. I swallowed a few sips before finding my voice. ‘What about Master Dan?’
‘Master Dan doesn’t stay the night,’ Dr Braithwaite said simply. ‘He does, however, wish to fuck you before he leaves. It’s your decision. We can retire for the evening. I’m sure you’ll see Master Dan another time if you join us as a member.’
I couldn’t imagine spending my evenings at a place like this. It was a different world. A world full of possibilities, but still overwhelming. I sipped my drink, eyeing Dan. Did I want him to fuck me? I was tired, but I also wanted to test a theory. Dr Braithwaite had intercepted Lewis before he could fuck me. It hadn’t seemed like jealousy at the time, but now Dr Braithwaite was eyeing Dan over the rim of his glass, appearing sullen at the idea of his friend with me.
Was he jealous or just possessive? Could I use this to snatch back the power he’d taken from me? I supposed there was only one way to find out, so I put my drink on the floor and knelt by Dan’s feet.
‘Hello, sweetheart,’ Dan said.
I racked my brain for a line I could use. ‘Um, how can I please you, Master Dan?’
He grinned. ‘Did you hear that, Sir Emmerson? What a well-trained sub.’ He kissed my cheek, whispering, ‘I know what you’re doing, you know.’
