I wanted to, simply because I was feeling a tad rebellious.
I couldn’t seem to look away from him, even when his gaze dropped and he lifted the edge of the blanket to peer at my left thigh. His hand caressed me softly, but not in a sexual manner.
“That one looks all right,” he said absently. “I want to see the other side.”
With Master Snowden’s help, I got to my feet, holding the blanket close. While I endured Master Parker’s assessment, I glanced over at the collar around Master Snowden’s neck.
“If you’re both Doms…” I frowned. “Why on earth are you wearing a collar?”
“Fashion statement,” Master Snowden quipped.
I rolled my eyes. “I highly doubt that.” Turning my attention to Master Parker, who was surveying one of the welts on the back of my thigh, I cleared my throat. “Pretty nice ass, huh? I do a lot of squats.”
It was a lie. I didn’t work out. In fact, I was on the skinny side with boobs that could hardly pass as boobs. However, my butt…it wasn’t all that bad.
Master Parker’s eyes slid up to meet mine and his smile was blinding. Sexy, mischievous.
Unimpressed.
“He didn’t break the skin,” Master Parker noted. “But I suspect you’ll have a few bruises come morning.” His finger traced a particularly sensitive spot and I hissed.
Two sets of eyes shot up to my face, but I pretended not to notice.
When Master Parker seemed satisfied with his perusal, the blanket was put back into place and he stood to his full height. He was so tall I was forced to crane my neck just to maintain eye contact.
“Your friend has been escorted off the premises,” he informed me, his tone lacking any real emotion. “He’s been forbidden to come back.”
Just lovely. I had no idea how I was going to patch things up with Josh this time.
“Sit,” Master Snowden ordered, reaching up and pulling me back down onto his lap.
I wanted to push away from him, but I refrained. Mostly because he smelled delicious and his arms felt ridiculously good when they were wrapped around me. I knew he was merely trying to be nice and I was still a little too stunned to fight him.
“Has my membership been revoked as well?” I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had.
Although I wasn’t a paying member of Dichotomy, I did have rights at the club. Since I personally couldn’t afford the astronomically exorbitant fee, I worked as a volunteer two days a week so I had permission to play here. It was through a very generous submissive training program that Master Ramsey had set up when he opened the doors to the public.
Master Parker’s blond eyebrows dipped low. “No. You’re not held accountable for his actions. However, I have signed you up to attend Master Ramsey’s monthly class.”
“Class?” My brain was a little fuzzy.
“Yes. Introduction to Submission.”
No.
He.
Didn’t.
“Look. I don’t… I’m a… I don’t…” Shit. I didn’t even know how to counter.
“The man you were with isn’t a Dom, Addison. He’s an asshole and it’s important for your own safety that you understand the difference.”
He knew my name. It wasn’t the most important part of the statement, but it resonated with me for some reason.
“Dichotomy holds a class once a month, taught by Master Edge,” Master Parker continued. “It’s not only for newbies. It’s also a refresher course. He provides real examples and instructs on how to see the red flags.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew all that. I’d taken the stupid class because it was a requirement for the submissive program.
I didn’t bother to tell him that I already knew what the red flags were, and I’d known Josh wasn’t a true Dom. Letting Master Parker know that I had purposely not removed myself from that situation wasn’t going to paint me in a flattering light, so I kept all that to myself. No sense inciting the beast.
Good news was, I was feeling much better and it was probably time for me to go find a park bench to sleep on.
“Can I go now?” I added a hint of insolence to my tone as I glanced between Master Parker and Master Snowden.
The big blond crossed his arms over his impressive chest. “Where are you planning to go?”
“Home,” I lied.
“Which is where? The asshole was kind enough to ensure everyone in this place knew that you could no longer stay with him.”
Great.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Master Snowden asked, his warm gaze settling on my face.
I shrugged because it was that or break down in tears again.
Three
JUSTIN
WELL, WELL, WELL. IT APPEARED little Addison Hayes was just as feisty as her reputation claimed. That rebellious streak gave those baby blues a glow that piqued both my interest and my curiosity.
It didn’t hurt that she was one of the most attractive women I’d ever laid eyes on. There was something innately appealing about her. Even now, when she looked a tad worse for wear, wrapped snugly in that navy-blue blanket, which regrettably covered all those delicious curves I’d caught a glimpse of earlier.
