I suspected Addison was getting special treatment due to financial reasons, because she wasn’t an inexperienced submissive, that much I knew.
“How the fuck did he pass a psych eval?” I asked. “The guy clearly has anger issues.”
“I get it.” Greg sighed heavily. “Unfortunately, Ramsey had allowed Addison to vouch for him, which I assume is the only reason he was allowed in. There’s a note in his file. Ramsey wanted us to keep an eye on him because he was a little aggressive. That’s something else I’ll make sure Chad knows for future reference.”
Sometimes I wondered how these pussy wannabes managed to get in this place, much less a membership. If the club belonged to me, I would’ve nixed the probation bullshit and upped the membership fee in an effort to attract a different quality of people. After this incident, I was sure Greg was thinking the same thing. Perhaps I should have a conversation with Trent.
A smile formed on Greg’s face. “But if you know Addison, you know she doesn’t put up with much shit. So…she actually surprised me tonight.”
“Does she hang around anyone here?” As I spoke, I scanned the room to see if there were any submissives standing around, hopefully waiting to check on her. I didn’t see anyone.
“Not that I’ve seen. Everyone seemed to dissipate quickly, too.” He glanced around the area. “Like I said, she keeps to herself. Before she brought him with her, she played with a couple of Doms, but never anything serious.” His eyebrows darted down. “And never anything that involved intercourse or oral sex.”
Interesting.
I motioned to the door behind me. “Right now she’s with Ben. I want to talk to her a little more, make sure she’s got a place to go when she leaves here. Something tells me she doesn’t.”
“I’m going to write up a report for Ramsey. He needs to know about this.”
“At the very least,” I stated.
“I’ll need a written statement from you and Ben, as well, and we’ll list you as the Master who oversaw her aftercare.”
“We’ll get the information to you as soon as we can.”
“Thanks. If there’s anything you need from me, just let me know.”
With a curt nod, I turned and put my hand on the doorknob, then pulled back. I wanted to get her some water first. Then, once I could rationally deal with the situation and not think about spanking that girl’s feisty little ass red, maybe I would be ready to chat about what her options were.
Something told me not to walk away from her. And my gut was rarely wrong.
*
BEN
NORMALLY, I WAS A PRETTY laid-back guy. I didn’t have an issue consoling a woman, easing her fears or her pain, spending time with her without getting naked. That sort of thing.
However, I was having a damn hard time with Addison.
For one, she was naked. Mostly.
Secondly, she was in my lap.
Not that sitting here with her juicy little ass resting against my thighs was a hardship. Or it wouldn’t have been if my dick wasn’t being a nuisance. In an effort to keep my lust at a simmer, I was required to count by twos just to keep my mind on something else. By the time I got to six hundred twenty-four, I had to start over because I’d lost count.
Two.
Four.
Six.
It seemed to be working. My cock wasn’t throbbing and I’d managed to calm down after the debacle from earlier. But I wasn’t sure how long I was capable of sitting still, much less holding this girl without letting my mind drift to some potentially erotic fantasies that she was the star of.
A good ten minutes passed while the two of us remained right there in the chair, her curvy ass cradled between my thighs, while Mr. Parker went off to take care of…whatever.
I could hear his voice outside the door and knew he was likely giving Master Edge a piece of his mind. Knowing him, Mr. Parker was already planning a way to take down that fucker. No way was he going to take a risk that the asshole might do the same thing he’d done to Addison to some other woman. That was one thing about Mr. Parker, he didn’t let shit like that go.
Hell, I was already plotting the fucker’s death. The bastard had let her sleep on his porch? Just thinking about it had my blood heating and my anger making another appearance. Fucking porch. The girl was far too precious to be sleeping outside.
I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself. She was here, she was safe, and no one was going to let her sleep outside ever again if I had anything to say about it.
So while Mr. Parker took care of his business, I was taking care of the little submissive in my arms. The same little submissive who was getting restless, proven by the way she was squirming against my cock.
