Page 6 of Master My Love

He slowly looked her up and down, from the top of her fluffed, teased, and spritzed blonde hair to the spike-heeled shoes strapped to her feet.

After several silent moments, his head snapped toward T. “Unless you collar and tether her to your side the entire time, I will have to decline her invitation.”

Dropping Val’s hand, T stepped behind the desk and rummaged underneath. When he reemerged, he held a set of cuffs and a thin leather collar with a silver buckle. They were black and white with “Decadence Submissive” tooled into the leather. He approached and gestured for her to turn around.

He pitched his voice low for her ears only. “You’ll have to be my submissive tonight, but our previous arrangement still stands.The slave collar will tell the other doms that you are off-limits. Understand?”

The word slave freaked her out a little, but for some reason she trusted Master T to stop when she said so. “Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Master T, darlin’,” he corrected, as he buckled the thin leather strap around her neck. “For tonight, I am your dominant.” He applied the matching cuffs to each wrist before turning her to face Eric. “Satisfied?”

“Hardly.”

His response came as a surprise, as did the strained expression on his face. Something flashed in his blue eyes, but it was gone as quickly. She couldn’t tell what it was, but he seemed less angry, and almost...disappointed.

Get over yourself, Val.

The man ran a sex club. She didn’t doubt he could have any submissive on her knees ready to serve him with a snap of his fingers.

When he moved determinedly to the counter, she caught a hint of his scent, a light, somewhat-spicy, masculine fragrance, mixed with soap, leather, and underneath it, something else she couldn’t place. She inhaled more deeply, trying not to be obvious, amazed any human could smell better than T.

Eric held out his hand, palm up, to Alicia. “Four-foot lightweight, please.”

She quickly produced a length of chain from behind the counter. It had a white leather loop on the end.

Val gasped. The tether he’d mentioned was a leash.

Her reaction drew the manager’s attention. Something in his look made her tremble; it was powerful, yet fiercely controlled. His gaze was so compelling she could feel it, like the sweep of a hand gliding over her body.

T said he was the club’s master dom, which she assumed meant he had skill and experience in all things BDSM. The thought of being his submissive scared her spitless, but she had to wonder what it would be like to have all his expertise, not to mention his power and intensity focused on her. As Val’s imagination surged into overdrive, so did her libido.

What Master T had aroused was a mere flicker compared to Eric, who sparked desire so intense a burst of fiery heat rushed through her and settled between her legs.

“All right, Valerie, you are welcome at Decadence.” Eric’s deep voice penetrated her musing. Itnoticeablysharpened when he slapped the leash into her temporary master’s outstretched hand. “She is your responsibility. See that she stays out of trouble. Otherwise, it will be your ass in a sling.”

As he strode away, T chuckled. “It’s fun rattling his cage. I miss that.”

“How so? I thought you were from Texas.”

The doors opened with a whoosh of heat as more people arrived. T pulled her to the side, out of the flow of traffic, while he explained.

“We worked private security together in San Antonio. When the Rossi LA branch office opened, we were ‘volunteered’ to help get it up and running. It took us six months to hire and train the staff and market the new business. With our mission accomplished, I went home, but Eric stayed on. I think he wanted to get away from me, but that’s a story for another time. While all this was happening, our overachieving CEO thought it was a good idea to open a second club and that Los Angeles would be ideal since many of our San Antonio regulars travel from here already. He offered Dupree a partnership if he also took on the management of Decadence as well.”

“He works two jobs? I’m stressed working one part time.”

“It’s more like three, which is why the old guy gets grumpy.”

“Three!” she exclaimed. “When does he sleep? Or doesn’t he?”

“I try not to think about what goes on in another man’s bedroom, but don’t feel too sorry for him. His other job is CFO for all Rossi holdings. Unless someone needs a face-to-face ass chewing for being over budget, he can do everything remotely. Besides, juggling it all made him as rich as Midas, plus working at Decadence isn’t such a hardship.”

T was downplaying Eric’s responsibilities, but Val wasn’t buying it. She did the bookkeeping for her small business, and it drove her nuts.

“At least he doesn’t work in the field, too,” she commented while shaking her head.

“You’re mistaken, there. We all do field work—me, Dupree, even Tony Rossi, the company president, and CEO.”

“None of you can have time for yourselves, or a social life,” Val concluded.

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