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Stay with me.

“It doesn’t run,” he says, lifting my gaze to his. “And neither will we.”

Emotions clog my fucking throat to the point that I physically cannot swallow. Sliding the watch onto my wrist, I clasp it shut, feeling owned.

“I think someone deserves a reward for their exceptional behavior tonight,” Vault says with a proud smile. “What do you think, Sophie?”

“Most definitely.”

I tilt my head and float with joy. “What kind of reward?”

Chapter 41

Vault

Sophie escorts us both to room twelve. Her hips sashay with every step and there isn’t an ounce of trepidation in her body.

She owns us.

She owns herself.

She might as well own the Monarch.

I think she’s the only one, other than Ryker, who exudes this much confidence inside these walls. Ironic that he’s been untouchable, and she’s had a full roster of clients for years. This club saved them both in very different ways.

“After you,” she says, holding the door for us.

I’m about to make a major move, and it’s got my head splitting down the center. To take some of the pressure off, I’m submitting to Sophie for most of the night.

Knox’s expression reminds me of when he would bring his tests over for me to correct, so he could resubmit them for a slightly better grade. It’s a mix of insecurity and relief. He’s got this deep crease between his eyebrows, and he keeps clenching his jaw.

Sophie wipes that look off his face after five minutes of submission, though.

With the door partly open, she’s got us both on our knees. He’s naked. I’m only in my pants. We’re facing each other.

“Such a good boy,” she purrs in Knox’s ear before thwacking his back with a soft flogger.

My dick’s hard. I can’t see who might be watching from the doorway, but so far, only one couple has come inside. They were watching quietly against the back wall, but I don’t know if they’re still there or not.

“Do you want to make me happy?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Knox almost sounds robotic.

“Kiss him.”

He crawls over and presses his mouth to mine.

“No, no, no.” She pulls him away with his collar. “You were too impatient and didn’t ask where I wanted you to kiss him. Now I have to punish you.” She flogs his back three times and I can tell he absolutely loves it. Our Mistress doesn’t hit him hard at all. It’s beautiful to watch him relax into his trust with her.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. May I try again?”

“Such good manners.” She pets his head, running her fingers through his soft hair. There’s a bandage on his elbow I want to know about, but now isn’t the time to ask. “Yes. You may try to please your Mistress again, pup. Kiss him.”

“Where, Mistress?”

“His neck.”

I swallow hard as Knox crawls over, and I feel like a dog when I expose my throat to him. He latches on to the crook of my neck and suckles it. God, it’s fucking good.

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