Page 102 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“While it’s open for business, yes.” I peered around. “It’s interesting. I’m nervous. I don’t want to disappoint him.” What I found most fascinating was the way everyone interacted with Master. I’d worked for him for years, so I’d seen plenty of people bow to him as though he was a king. Here, he wasn’t big-screen royalty, but there was a definite level of respect that he was offered. The same respect he showed every person in this place, submissive or Dominant.
I admired Master in ways I didn’t even understand. Even this harder version of him. While he’d always had that commanding presence, he was different tonight. More rigid, more in control. It proved my theory from earlier.
The same went for Clarissa. She seemed off. Almost as though a switch had been flipped and she’d gone from a beautiful, desirable woman to a life-sized doll who did whatever happened when someone pulled a string. I had seen her initial reaction to the leash—the way her eyes narrowed, and her lips pursed—before she quickly masked her expression. She didn’t say a word when Master attached that leash to her collar, but I could tell something was on her mind.
Ever since, she had simply followed Master around exactly as he had asked.
“You won’t disappoint him,” she assured me. “And if you do, you’ll be punished, and he’ll move on.”
“He’ll move on if I fuck up one time?” I didn’t like the sound of that.
“No.” She huffed a laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, he’ll punish you and it’ll be behind you. You know, until you do it again. That’s the way it works. Punishment will erase any transgression and he won’t hold a grudge.”
Thank fuck for that. I knew without a doubt I would fuck up a few times at least. Probably in the next hour. The last thing I wanted was for Master to discard me because of it.
“Is it any easier yet? Accepting that you’re submitting to him?” she asked.
“It is.” My eyes traveled past Clarissa and I noticed Master talking to someone while he kept a watchful eye on us. “I’m rather ignorant when it comes to BDSM,” I admitted. “But it feels right. The more we’ve … interacted, the more I’ve realized it.”
“That you’re a natural submissive?” She wasn’t laughing, but she seemed genuinely amused by my answer.
My thoughts drifted back to the blow job in his apartment, to the way he had fucked my face so brutally. I wasn’t sure if it was because he needed it or he knew I did. Whatever his reasons, it had eased something deep inside me. It made my cock harden just thinking about it.
“Although it might make me sound less macho,” I told her, “I don’t think I’m the Dominant sort.”
“It doesn’t make you sound less macho,” she replied, her eyes pinned on me. “Submissive does not mean sissy. And, truthfully, it makes you sound honest. You’d be surprised how many people fear giving in to their desires because they worry how other people will perceive them.”
I could only imagine.
I didn’t tell her that I would submit in any way, shape, or form to Master. It was probably obvious.
“You do realize there’s a possibility we’ll be naked in front of the entire club,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Perhaps even having sex.”
“With each other?”
“If Master wants that,” Clarissa replied, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
“Do you want that?” I had to know that she truly wanted to see where this went, not that she would fuck me because Master commanded her to. As much as I wanted to believe last night had been about the two of us, I was mindful of the fact Master had set it in motion.
And regardless of the feelings I was developing for Clarissa, I saw the way she looked at Trent. She might not admit it, but the woman was in love with him. The sort of love that threatened heartbreak for someone who wasn’t ready for it. It explained why Clarissa was hurt by Trent slipping out of bed before we woke.
Her golden eyes held mine as she nodded. “I want to explore this. See where it goes.”
“Well, if Master wants it, he’ll get it,” I told her, meeting Master’s eyes across the room.
In fact, I got the feeling anything he wanted, he would have.
TWENTY
Clarissa
I COULD ADMIT, WHILE I was still angry with Trent, I was having a decent time here at Dichotomy. Spending time with Trent as my Dominant was an opportunity I hadn’t had before, something I wasn’t sure I would have again. After tonight, I had to think about these absurd feelings I’d developed for the man. While I was trying to keep an open mind, reminding myself that Trent was not the long-term relationship sort, I was failing because I had developed feelings for him.
