It was true that in the past few months, I had learned a lot about this lifestyle. Not simply by reading, but also by experiencing it. Every single interaction I’d had with my bosses had taught me a lesson. I felt as though I wasn’t quite as “wild” as King had initially accused me of being.
I discreetly scanned the room, looking to see if I recognized anyone. I figured some of the people I’d been introduced to at the island were also members. I knew that Kristen was for sure, as was Jordan, which meant it was possible they were here, too. Of course, I was secretly looking for my other bosses, hoping they’d make an appearance.
“I need to speak with Master Ramsey,” Sir informed me when we stopped in front of a naked woman tied to a pole while a large man used a whip—a real one, with a wickedly long tail—on her back. She was writhing and moaning, pleading for more. Inside, I was cringing, wondering exactly how these people could tolerate being physically hurt for the pleasure of others.
“I want you to stay right here,” Sir instructed. “Don’t make eye contact and if another Dom approaches you, be polite.”
“Yes, Sir.” Although I outwardly agreed, I was terrified that some unknown man was going to come over and insist that I do something for him. I knew how to be respectful, but what if the guy didn’t take it that way? Would he punish me?
Sir leaned down and pressed his lips to mine at the same time he tweaked my right nipple.
I squeaked into his mouth, which made him chuckle.
“You’ll be fine, sweet girl. Do not leave this spot for any reason.”
Remembering how upset Master had gotten when I wasn’t kneeling by his desk when he returned that day had me planting my feet firmly. I had absolutely no intention of moving, no matter what. I would not disappoint Sir in that way.
When Sir left, his comforting touch went with him and I felt a strange chill dance down my spine. I did my best to focus on the big guy swinging the nasty-looking whip, snapping it against the woman’s back, leaving crisscrosses of red welts in its wake. She moaned every time the leather came in contact with her skin.
Across the room, I heard a woman scream. My head instantly jerked in that direction. I found the source of the sound on the floor, kneeling. She was attached to what appeared to be a leash and the man standing over her was wielding a belt. He reared back and slapped her ass, the leather echoing with a loud crack. The woman screamed again.
“No, please, Master. Don’t! I promise I’ll be good.”
He leaned down, his hand grabbing her around the neck. He held her tightly, their eyes locked. She looked terrified.
I kept my feet rooted in place, refusing to leave my position. That didn’t stop me from watching. I was scared something was wrong, that this woman was being beaten and she didn’t want it. However, she wasn’t using her safeword, so that meant she was okay. Or that’s what I’d been led to believe. My heart raced with fear for her safety as the man once more spanked her with the belt, his hand still tightly around her neck.
“She’s fine, pet,” a deep rumbling voice sounded in my ear.
I froze in place. I knew that voice. It was the same as Sir’s only slightly deeper, a tad raspier. My body instantly heated as he moved closer.
“He’s a regular here,” Master explained. “And they’re role playing right now.”
“How do you know?” My voice came out raspy.
“Because I know him well.”
“But he’s choking her,” I insisted.
“He’s a Primal,” Master explained, although I had no clue what that meant. “And she’s primal prey.”
I frowned.
“There are certain aspects of their play that’s allowed here, although they’re closely monitored,” Master continued. “The man over there…”
I glanced in the direction of his gaze.
“He’s a dungeon monitor assigned specifically to watch them. Due to the brutality of their play, Master Ramsey insists on close observation.”
Okay, now that sounded terrifying.
Daring to turn, I slowly pivoted so that I could look up into the handsome face that was eerily similar to Sir’s. They really were identical when Sir wasn’t wearing his glasses; however, they carried themselves differently. Most people probably wouldn’t notice the disparity right off, but I’d been around them long enough to have detected the nuance.
“Where’s Landon?” Master asked.
“He said he had to take care of something.”
Master glanced around the room as though searching for him. “Good, then that’ll leave us a few minutes alone together.”
When Master started to urge me to move, I held my ground. “I’m sorry, Master,” I said quickly. “Sir told me not to move.”
I could see what looked to be a smirk, but it dropped instantly. I wasn’t sure what that meant or if I should be worried.
