Page 4 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Based on my assessment during the orientation, I think we have a good bunch tonight.” Her eyes came to rest on a tall redhead leaning against the bar, sipping a glass of water. “Except perhaps one brat.”

“You identified a brat this early in the evening?”

“Her attention drifted, and it was clear she didn’t pay any attention to a word I said. To be honest, there’s something about her that makes my left eye twitch. I can’t put my finger on it, but I suspect that she’s not as experienced as she claims to be. We might have to reconsider who we place her with.”

“Your left eye?” Kaden smiled at the blonde Domme. “That’s serious.”

“I don’t have to remind you that the very eye of which I speak has saved our butts in the field many times.”

“Point taken.” Kaden’s chin dipped in acknowledgement. Zee DuBois, aka Mistress Winter, and his best friend, Slade Lewis, had been in the United States Marine Corps. A rapid-reaction force of which he had been a Sergeant Major at the time. Marines were generally known as fierce warriors and his platoon had lived up to that name the entire time he was their leader. Being a combined-arms task force, they were known for their aggressiveness. Marines had been central in developing groundbreaking tactics for maneuver warfare. Kaden’s platoon was the key driver in the development of helicopter insertion doctrine and modern amphibious assault. It had been a good career, but emotionally draining, which was why he had decided to resign from his position ten years ago. Of course, falling in love and getting married had been the main reason for that decision at the time.

Zee had a built-in intuition that never wavered. As she said, she had saved them from walking into ambushes a few times during various tours in Afghanistan and Iraq.

“File.”

Zee handed him a bright red folder that contained printed copies of the redhead’s application forms, limit list, and an indication of the desires she wanted to be fulfilled at the Pair and Play theme night.

“If, as you say, she’s not as experienced as she claims, then pairing her with the kind of Dom to fulfill the needs she listed could potentially end up a disaster.”

“Not to mention emotionally scarring her for life. What she’s asking for is a sadist—one who is deaf to any outcry from his masochist.”

“Since the kind of scene such a sadist would require to achieve fulfillment is banned at Club Rouge, there is no such Dom with whom to pair her.” He closed the file. “Which is a small blessing.”

“True, but if she lied, why is she here? And why would she put herself out there as a masochist looking for trouble?”

“I imagine time will tell. I suggest you and the DMs keep an eye on her tonight. I don’t want trouble that we could’ve prevented, so let’s be proactive.” He frowned as a thought came to mind. “I noticed she is here as a guest. Who vouched for her?”

“I thought you’d know.”

“No riddles, please. Just spit it out.”

“Slade did. Didn’t he discuss it with you?”

“He usually does before inviting someone, but he’s in Seattle and we haven’t spoken for over two weeks.” Kaden handed the file to Zee. “I guess if he vouched for her, we should trust her not to be a terrorist.”

“Very funny.”

“With whom did you pair her?”

“Come now, Master Alpha. Surely, you of all people shouldn’t have to ask?”

Kaden frowned at her. “I might be strict and give harsh punishments, but I’m not a true sadist, Mistress Winter. Whoever made that call better fix it. I’m not in the mood for a lying brat tonight.”

“To the contrary, my friend, you are the perfect match for her, especially if she’s lying and needs her ass blistered. You have just the right amount of sadist in you for a sub like her. To be honest, I pegged her as a newbie. She has no idea what she has walked into. My brilliant instincts tell me the tall redhead is anything but masochistic, and instead, the perfect match for a Daddy Dom relationship. And since you’re looking for a new Babygirl, why not one who you can mold to your hand?”

“My brothers talk too fucking much,” he muttered irritably. They were the only ones whom he had told that it was time for him to move on and start looking for a new sub. Not a little, but a woman who would fit into his world as her Daddy Dom. “Very well, Mistress Winter. Show me my pairing for the night.”

Zee pointed out the redhead, who had just burst into laughter at something the bartender said.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Kaden uttered incredulously. For the second time that night, his eyes wandered over the voluptuous architecture of the tall redhead. Upon arriving at the club, he had been struck speechless by her ethereal beauty, all sculpted together in a form of such sensuality, he could do no more than stare. What had surprised him was the feeling of possessiveness that rushed through him. Something he had only ever experienced once before… with his wife, Anna, who had died of pancreatic cancer seven years ago. Since then, he had never had the desire to replace her with another sub. Not until that moment when the deep mossy green gaze ensnared his eyes. A gaze that was at war with the internal conflict of confidence and insecurity she couldn’t hide from him.

If she had lied on her application, fear was exactly what she should experience. Anticipation tore open a seam of lust that settled in his loins. His intention not to be part of the theme play, evaporated.

“It seems you recognize little Patty Cakes.”

Kaden laughed in delight. “Patty Cakes?”

“As I said, her mind wandered and when I asked for her sub name, that’s what popped out of her mouth. She was as surprised by it as I was. but it does prove my point, doesn’t it?”

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