Page 18 of Taco Daddy

Brown skin and silver hair, he didn’t even have to look down to see her features to know Mistress Cyana had just put herself between him and Rita.Dammit.Andres rocked back on his heels and lowered his gaze to face the Domme.

She might be shorter, she might be leaner, she might be older, but he was pretty sure she could kick his ass if she really wanted to.And if he tried to get around her to get to a sub who had just called her safeword, she would want to.

Mistress Cyana did not fuck around.

As he looked down at her, another presence loomed.

Aiden.Her submissive.Formerly a Dom and now regularly on his knees for Mistress Cyana.Also older than Andres but just as big and probably twice as mean now that he was getting his balls tortured on the regular.

“Hi, Andres, welcome back to the Outlands.How are you doing?”Despite the mostly civil tone of voice Mistress Cyana used, there was steel backing it, and she didn’t smile.

If he tried to keep following Rita to explain, he was going to end up on his ass.

“I’ve been better,” he replied honestly.His gaze lifted again, tracking Rita as she rushed up the stairs to the second floor.Fuck.There was no way he could catch her now.He was pretty sure she was out the door, even if she had to do it in an aftercare blanket.“I don’t suppose you’d let me pass and come back to you afterward with an explanation?”

“Consider me Gandalf,” she replied with not an ounce of humor.

Which made him the Balrog, and he shall not pass.

Fuck.

Andres deflated, his shoulders slumping.He didn’t even know how to get in touch with Rita.He felt like Cinderella’s prince, except Rita had left him with a corset and a butt plug instead of a shoe.Maybe one day, that would be funny, but right now, he’d never felt less like laughing.

A hand came down on his shoulder, making him jump a little.

“Man, I amsosorry, but… was that seriously Taco Girl?What are theodds?”

For a moment, Andres wanted to yell at Marcus.He and Owen had fucked everything up for him and Rita… but that wasn’t true, was it?He’d been the one to fuck things up by not being honest from the get-go.BDSM was all about communication, and he should have been upfront with her once they’d started talking.

At the very least, he should have taken advantage of the privacy of the room to speak with her about it.Admit why he’d approached her, reassured her he was over the whole taco thing, and that he liked her for her.

He’d had no intention of mentioning that he’d overheard her remarks outside Rojo Fondo today.He’d had good intentions, sure.He hadn’t wanted her to feel awkward, but he should have been honest.Hiding things never worked out well for anyone, and that wasn’t Marcus’ or Owen’s fault.That was his.

“It’s okay,” he said, turning his head toward his friends.Owen was on the other side of Marcus, his expression concerned.“Yes, that was Taco Girl.I…” His voice trailed off as shame hit him.

He didn’t want to explain that he’d approached her with the idea of spanking her because of what she’d said earlier.He’d been an asshole and didn’t want everyone to know it.From the expressions on his friends’ faces, they understood what had happened.

Thankfully, Mistress Cyana and Aiden appeared confused.

Mistress Cyana shook her head, her silvery hair brushing against the tops of her shoulders.

“Figure your shit out, Andres,” she said in a warning tone.Though she wasn’t on duty tonight, Mistress Cyana and Aiden were Dungeon Monitors for the Outlands, as well as being two of Master Gavin’s best friends.One word in the owner’s ear from either of them and Andres would be out of the club on his ass with his membership revoked.

Thankfully, neither she nor Aiden appeared eager to rub salt in his wound.Aiden’s last look before he followed his mistress away was full of sympathy.He might not know what was going on, but he’d figured out Andres had fucked up big time.

Rita

“Well, that was totally FUBAR,” Bree said as they got into her car.Rita struggled in the backseat, trying to get the seatbelt on over the blanket she was wearing as a top.

“It was what?”Eden asked, sliding into the passenger seat next to Bree.She fluffed her pink hair, sending one last look toward the club.When no one came out after them, Rita could see her friend’s body relax.

“FUBAR.You know, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.”

“No, I don’t know.Where did you get that from?”

“That military romance we read a few months ago, what was it called again…” Bree’s voice trailed off as she tried to think of the title while she started the car.

Staring out the window, Rita wasn’t trying to think of the book’s title, though she knew which one Bree was talking about.She couldn’t concentrate on that.Nope, she was way too distracted by the lingering pain from the spanking, the pulse of satisfaction that was still making her lower body throb, and the aching hurt that had pierced her chest when she’d realized Andres owned the taco truck.

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