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“I’m not sure what you mean but thanks.”

“I mean, he’s dominant as fuck and it’s difficult being his sub. He demands a lot of anyone he plays with, as I’m sure you already know, since you’re sleeping with him.”

Carrie’s head was shaking, still unsure what she meant.

“I asked other Doms to train me, hoping I could get a second chance to please him, but it looks like you beat me to it.”

Carrie placed her palms on the counter her behind her and studied the girl for a moment before speaking. “Evie I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You’ve got the wrong idea, though. I’m not his submissive. I’m not even submissive at all.”

A smile, if you could call it that, spread across Evie’s face. It gave her the creeps.

“He’s interested in you, though. It won’t be long until you’re begging him for attention once he’s moved on to the next girl so enjoy it while it lasts.”

“That’s enough Evie. You have about thirty seconds to apologize and get your ass back in the bedroom.” It took all of Carrie’s willpower not to snicker when Evie whirled at the sound of Gage’s voice.

“It’s not what it sounds like.” Evie’s voice trembled.

“I think it’s exactly what it sounds like and you’re down to twenty seconds.” Gage said through clenched teeth as he moved further into the kitchen. His hand connected with the girl’s ass and Carrie jumped at the loud cracking noise it made. Evie yelped and looked at Carrie.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to cause trouble.”

Carrie took a drink of her coffee. “Apology accepted.”

“Bedroom now.” Gage raised his hand to swat Evie again, but she scurried down out of the room before he could.

When she was out of sight, Gage turned to Carrie and said, “I’m very sorry about that. Peter played with her a few times, but she got more attached than he did. I thought she and I were making a bit of a connection, but I’m not really the type to collar a girl, either.” He picked up an empty mug and filled it with coffee. “I hope she didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

Carrie smiled. “Not too much. I’ll be OK. Can you take me to work later?”

“Sure. Would you rather me beat her ass before or after you leave?”

Carrie felt her face heat, and she swallowed the last of her coffee, then refilled the cup.

“I need a shower before I’m ready, so do what you need to.” She made her escape to the bedroom with her coffee. As she closed the door, she heard Gage whistling a cheery tune as he walked down the hall.

An hour later, after hearing the pained and sometimes pleasured cries of Evie die down, Carrie sent Gage a text to tell him she was ready when he was. At least she’d helped get him laid. A few minutes later, a knock sounded.

“I’m ready when you are hot stuff,” Gage said with a wink when she opened the door. Carrie grabbed her bag and gave him a shy smile.

She nearly choked on her tongue when they entered the living room. A very red-assed Evie stood with her hands on her head and her nose pressed to the wall near the fireplace.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” said Gage. “I swear, Evie, if that quarter has moved even a centimeter when I get back, we’re starting your punishment over.”

There were only sniffles in response, but Gage seemed satisfied, so he led them to the garage where he opened the passenger door of his truck and waited for Carrie to climb inside.

As they drove through the streets of D.C., Carrie was feeling more and more confused. On a whim, she pulled out her cellphone and fired off a message to Peter.

Tell me about Evie.

***

Peter stared at the text, confused. There wasn’t really much to tell about Evie. Who did she think Evie was? The girl was fun to play with occasionally, but it had never been more serious than that. She was far too bratty for him to consider as a serious submissive. Then again, Carrie could be called a brat, and he wanted her. Had Gage said something to her?

Not much to tell, but I’ll answer any questions you have.

He knew from a text from Gage, that she was on her way to work. After a few minutes of no response from her, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and tried to focus on his job, which was thankfully uneventful these days. He was beginning to think the threat was gone. But he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

His phone buzzed a half hour later.

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