So, to find two people…
Yeah. That was more than I’d ever bargained for.
Unfortunately, the two people I wanted happened to be two of the most stubborn people on the planet. I had suspected Clarissa had woken up to find Master gone and she’d confirmed it when she questioned me on the phone. As for why Master had his dick in a knot, I wasn’t entirely certain.
Whatever it was, he felt the need to keep away from me.
Part of me wondered whether or not I should’ve been offended that he’d walked in here without so much as a hello intending to insist I suck his dick and to take my time while I was at it. Had I not prompted the conversation, that was exactly what would’ve happened, too.
I probably would’ve been pissed if I hadn’t been eager to do it. And the look on Master’s face had been worth every single jaw-aching second of it. There for a minute, I was almost certain I had cracked part of that hard outer layer.
Holy shit.
That was what the issue was.
Last night, when we’d come together on the lounge chair, Master had momentarily lost control, giving in to whatever overwhelming emotions had consumed all of us. And if I had to guess, he was beating himself up about it.
Everyone who knew Trent Ramsey knew he had to maintain control. In everything he did. It was the reason he rarely opened himself up to anyone. It was a wonder he had as many friends as he did. Most of them being in this world of Domination and submission where he’d immersed himself.
He had the ultimate control here.
And inside the club, he held the absolute power. He was the alpha and the omega. Which explained why he had come here today. He could refuel here, take back whatever he felt he’d lost.
I got that. It made total sense to me.
The question was, how did the three of us figure out how to balance it all out? How did we show him it was all right to not always be in control? When it came to sex, he could be the ultimate authority. Master could order me around all day and night. I wouldn’t have a problem with it.
However, we had to show him it was all right to let go sometimes. To let others take care of him when it was necessary. For some reason, I didn’t think it was going to be all that easy to convince him of that.
What made it harder was trying to figure out what Clarissa needed when I wasn’t even sure she knew herself.
Fuck.
I got a bad feeling this was going to get worse before it got better.
NINETEEN
Clarissa
I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY fuming. Pissed off at Trent because he had ditched me twice now after we spent the night together.
It wasn’t until the ride to the club that I realized I was being stupid. I’d somehow allowed myself to get in too deep despite the numerous warnings. I knew better, so why the hell had I allowed myself to fall for him?
Of course, acknowledging that didn’t help, either.
So, I silently vowed that tonight I would prove to Trent and everyone else that I was the perfect submissive. It was his own damn fault if he couldn’t see that, if he wasn’t willing to accept what I had to offer.
After all, I’d done it a million times before. It was the reason I continued to fail with the Doms I’d played with. They were all looking for a rebellious submissive, one who would earn their punishment. I damn sure wasn’t that submissive and Trent Ramsey was going to see that tonight.
Of course, as I walked into Dichotomy with Zeke not far behind, I was worried that nervous sweat was going to derail my train of thought and blow my entire plan. I had no idea what I was anxious about. I’d been to numerous clubs in my lifetime. At this point, I wasn’t surprised by much.
“Welcome to Dich—Clarissa?”
When my eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room, I turned and made eye contact with the bubbly woman with the curly blond hair. It took a moment for me to recognize her, but when I did, I smiled. “Sarah?”
She hopped to her feet and walked around the small desk, hugging me tightly. “Trent told me you were coming. It’s so good to see you.”
“Oh, my goodness.” I hugged her back, happy to see someone I knew. “I didn’t know you were a member here.”
“Technically, I’m not. But I do work here. Dylan and I manage the club,” she said proudly. “I’m just filling in temporarily. Until Trent can get some submissives to man the front desk on nights we’re open.”
I had met Sarah at Devotion once while I’d been debating on whether or not I wanted to ask Shane to scene with me. Turned out, Shane hadn’t been able to attend, so I had spent the evening watching others when Sarah had approached. Being a novice in the fetish world, Sarah had started asking questions and I’d felt helpful being able to answer almost all of them. In fact, it was that night when I realized how much experience I had as a submissive, and how little reward I’d received from that experience.
