Page 93 of Dr. Bad Boy

The big Dom takes a few more swats at Corrine’s ass with the paddle before he moves on to a leather strap. That’s going to hurt.

I wonder what the deal is between them. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of sexual chemistry. It’s like they’re scratching an itch for each other and that’s it.

Even when I was paying to play, I made sure there were happy endings all around. I get the feeling there are never happy endings between these two.

From the corner of my eye, I see Lachlan striding over the the St. Andrew’s cross. He stops just short of it and stands with his arms folded. He does not look happy.

Then I realise it’s Beth on the cross and Tate’s friend, Brandon is about to play with her. Turning my head I lean across the couch towards Tate. “What’s the deal?”

“She wanted to see what it was like, so Brandon offered to help her out. Don’t worry, I helped with the negotiations. He’s on a very tight leash.”

“Maybe you want to go bring Lachlan up to speed on that before he loses his shit?”

“Yeah…good idea. Back in a mo.”

Even though I can’t hear the conversation, I have a fairly good idea how it’s going. Not well.

A few minutes later, Tate returns, slowly shaking his head. “That is one anal retentive dungeon monitor, Max. I don’t think he’s going to interfere, but only because Brandon is a responsible top and won’t give him a reason. But fuck, what bee has buzzed up Lachlan’s butt?”

I want to tell him one called Beth, but Tate being in the know is likely to do more harm than good.

Violet starts stirring in my arms and I want to take her up to bed, but until Brandon and Beth are finished playing and Lachlan stands down, I think it’s best I sit tight.

“Hey kitten, would you like more water or another piece of chocolate?”

“Chocolate, please?”

I smile into her hair and breathe her in as I hold a square of chocolate to her lips. “We can go upstairs, soon, and I will give you every orgasm you deserve.”

She nods her head and I close my eyes as I squeeze her a little tighter to me. Everything is right in my world. I think I could just sit here forever with Violet cuddled in my lap.

32

Violet

My alarm goesoff way too early on Monday. It’s hard to open my eyes, and not only because I’m alone.

Maybe I’m still hung over from Saturday night.

Max’s play party was so much better than the munches and introductory sessions at the local BDSM club, which was no poor reflection on the club and every positive reflection on Max. He gave me that public play experience without pushing me too far, and after everyone left, he worked me up all over again and gave me three long, filthy orgasms before flipping me over and taking me from behind, hard and fast.

My Dom.

My…I grin to myself and sink into the warm, fuzzy feeling. My boyfriend.

Which reminds me I need to do something about that at work. But not today. Not this week. There’s no rush. We’ve hit this awesome place where I’m happy to stay for a while. Dating, maybe, if only on weekends. But that’s for the best, because if I was in his bed right now, there’s no way I’d be able to get out and force myself into the shower.

My phone vibrates, and I stick my hand out of the covers to find it before the vibrating turns into a loud, obnoxious second alarm.

But it’s not my back-up alarm. It’s Max. My face splits into a stupid-happy grin.

M: You awake?

V: Sort of.

M: You’re adorable.

V: I wish I was in your bed. Being adorable. Naked.

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