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Truth was, Iwasn’tindifferent. Dominique was a gorgeous woman, and she knew it. I’d fucked her multiple times over the years because she was easy and available. She wasn’t a complete brat, but she liked to play games. She was very aware of how sexy she was, and she often used that to her advantage.

But she’d nearly made my little owl cry.

“What is it you had in mind as her punishment?” I asked Valentino. He stood slightly behind where Dominique was displayed, with his hands behind his back.

“So glad you could join us.” My eyes narrowed at the amused look on his face. Clearly, he liked seeing how I had greeted my little owl. Valentino held one hand down to me. I accepted it, allowing the older man to pull me up onto the stage. To the audience, he spoke, “Earlier this evening, Master Mal called my front desk to leave a message for his submissive. Dominique took that message and then blatantly disregarded it, choosing to not tell Dani that her Master would be late joining her tonight. This transgression willnotgo unpunished.”

Anticipation practically oozed off of Dominique. She loved being on display, loved this attention. It made me wonder why Valentino had chosen her punishment to be so public. He knew how much Dominique loved an audience.

“Before we get started,” Valentino looked down at Dominique, “is there anything you would like to say to Master Mal?”

She looked coyly up at me, her voice a pitch higher than normal. “Master Mal, I amsosorry. I’ve been a very bad girl and I will accept whatever punishment you and Master Valentino choose to give me.”

I did not answer her, did not give her the satisfaction ofmyattention.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Valentino asked her. “We have nearly a full house tonight. What if I handed out a crop to every Dom in here right now and told them they each got one swat anywhere on your body they desired?”

Despite her arms being tied to her ankles, Dominique somehow was able to still push her full breasts closer together as she cooed, “Oh, yes, please.”

“Because that’s whatyoudesire? Public humiliation? Public domination? Youhurtanother submissive, knowing it would get you onto this stage.”

Dominique blinked, and I saw the moment she realized that she might have fucked up. “Sir, I?—”

Not all employees of the club were in the lifestyle. Many, like Joey, weren’t. Others, like Dominique and Noah, were and therefore fell under the same rules as any other member of the club, and any uncollared submissive could receive a punishment from any Master or Mistress, depending on the transgression. Should an uncollared submissive require punishment, the Dungeon Master had to bear witness. While Valentino did not have a collar around any of his employed submissives’ throats, he was the Master of the House. Any punishment could be taken before him to be doled out. Some even gifted Valentino a punishment towards their sub on his birthday or as a thank you.

In other words, his house, his rules.

Valentino did not give Dominique the opportunity to argue. “You crossed a line, Dominique. Were you anyone else, I would fire you, but that wouldn’t teach you the lesson you so desperately need to be taught.”

She swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Master Valentino, Master Mal, I am so sorry. It will never happen again. Please?—”

Valentino pulled something from behind his back. It was a black and silver chastity belt with a vaginal plug. I recognized the brand and knew it was one that was designed for long term use. It had a round tumbler key and lock on the waistband.

Dominique’s eyes widened. Were the situation anything else, I would have made a cartoon reference to her eyes bugging out of her head. But instead I felt a twisted satisfaction by this punishment.

“Master Mal, you were the one she wronged. It was your sub she hurt. How long will she wear the belt for?”

I heard Dominique whimper below me, but I did not look at her, nor did I hesitate. “Two months.”

Chapter Twenty

Holly

I was laughingat something Joey said when the door to the private room opened. Turning, I saw Master Mal stride into the room. His muscular hips under the open flaps of his suit jacket drew my attention. He hadn’t even de-FBI’ed before he’d come inside. For some reason, I found that extremely appealing. I was fine, perfectly safe, but I’d been the first person he looked for upon entering the main room.

Master Mal took off his jacket and tossed it onto the cushion next to where I was sitting. There was a faint sound when it landed, almost like a jingle. I saw his cell phone on his belt and my eyes widened as I realized that he hadn’t even stopped by the lockers on the way in. Valentino better not catch him with that. It might cost him his membership.

“Get out,” he said to Joey, but his dark green eyes were completely fixed on me.

Joey jumped to his feet, picking up the pizza box.

“Leave the box.” Again, his eyes did not leave mine.

“Oh, um,” Joey cleared his throat. “Dani said I could?—”

“I don’t care what Dani said. It’s her pizza and she will eat all of it, whether it’s today, tomorrow, or next week.”

Joey placed the box back on the cushion where it had been between us. “Yes, sir. Sorry.” And then rushed from the room, closing the door behind him.

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