Page 97 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Dang, my girl, was vicious. Bolstered by her confidence, I said, “They’re too afraid of her popping when they hit her and leaving silicone all over the floor.”

Mel burst out laughing. It finally felt so good to say the things I’d held back.

“Ladies!”

Crap! I knew that voice and the controlled anger in his tone, though it had never been directed at me. Mel and I peered over Madison’s shoulder to see Loki, one of the club’s owners, and a well-known sadist. The gleam in his eyes made chills chase across my skin.

Madison smirked at us and I watched as she transformed from brutal bitch to victim in less than five seconds. She sobbed and turned towards the Master and practically flung herself into his arms. Oh, God, please tell me she isn’t his current plaything. He can’t possibly be that blind.

“Master, I was just trying to get a drink, and they started harassing me.”

It was her usual game, just a new tune. She pretended to be the perfect submissive while her black heart beat inside her chest. With a shaking hand, she theatrically wiped the tears from her cheeks. By the look on Master Loki’s face, he was buying into every crocodile tear. He hadn’t even corrected her for not using his full title of Master Loki. Like she was enough of a masochist to belong to him. I barely held back the snort of disgust, but just barely.

“I heard what they said, Madison.” His harsh glare swept between Mel and myself and I knew we were screwed.

“You ladies understand that we have zero tolerance for negative talk outside a scene.”

It was one of the best differences between Midgard and Valhalla. Here, you didn’t have to put up with assholes who thought they could bully you. If we weren’t careful, our fun night out was going to end abruptly. I stepped forward and dropped my gaze respectfully. It wasn’t his fault Madison was a master manipulator.

“Yes, Master Loki.”

“But you didn’t hear what she said, and she started it!” The indignation in Mel’s voice was cute, but I knew it wouldn’t help.

I grabbed her arm, silently pleading for her to follow my lead. We’d drawn a small crowd. Regardless of our reasons for speaking to Madison like that, he would be forced to follow the rules. Especially at an event like this that allowed non-members to attend. To my horror, Master Derrick and Master Clay were among the witnesses to our little unintended scene.

The two brothers often worked as Dungeon Masters, both here and at Midgard. The family resemblance was undeniable, but the two couldn’t have been more different. Master Clay was a sadist who seemed to find joy in corralling and breaking down a brat. But Master Derrick had been my secret crush for almost a year.

He could freeze you with a single look. When he spoke, it was like he could reach into your mind and pull out your every sin and make you beg him to punish you. Unfortunately for me, in the entire time I’d been coming here, he’d always been on duty or already engaged with another sub. So even if I’d found the nerve to approach him, the opportunity just hadn’t been there.

“She’s lying.” Madison’s whine grated my nerves. Did men actually find a whiny baby voice appealing?

Loki’s smile said he was enjoying Mel’s defiance, but not for the reasons she probably hoped. “If you read the rules of the party tonight, it doesn’t matter. You have broken the rules and unless you want to leave, you must accept punishment.”

He was giving us a way out which didn’t involve leaving. I wouldn’t enjoy his level of sadism, but he wouldn’t go too far for something this small. I needed to speak up before Mel did.

“Of course, Master.” I lowered my voice so that only my friend could hear. “He’s one of the owners. Don’t push him.” I gave a small bow of my head and raised my voice to try to pretend I wasn’t scared. “What will be our punishment?”

As Loki glanced around at the growing crowd, the glee in Madison’s eyes was all too apparent. She lived to be the center of attention, especially when it meant getting someone else in trouble. Being on the arm of one of the owners was probably the highlight of her year.

“Master Clay and Master Derrick, I know you’re not on duty tonight, but would you be willing to handle two troublemakers’ punishment for negative comments?”

It was as if the world paused and the inner me started doing cartwheels. Doing a scene with Master Derreck, even if it was a punishment, would fuel my dreams for months. Would he pick me or Mel? Oh god what if he preferred brats like his brother did? I’d avoided watching his scenes out of jealousy, afraid I would compare myself to the women he was with. So I didn’t really know what he preferred.

The look the brothers shared sent excitement racing up my skin. Their smiles when they looked at the two of us were filled with delight. Derrick’s voice as he agreed made my nipples tighten.

Loki nodded his thanks at the two, then looked at us. “I’ll allow you to pick which of these fine Masters will take you in hand.”

I wanted to shout Derrick’s name so loud there could be no confusion as to who I wanted, but then I remembered my promise. Oh god, what if Mel wanted Derrick? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I deserved a medal for what I was about to say.

I looked at my friend and prayed before saying. “As promised, you get to pick first.”

Chapter Two

Derrick

There have been moments in my life where I truly believe fate plays an active hand in screwing with our lives. Sometimes it is for good, other times not. Like when every light on your journey turns red, or when a new register opens when you are in a rush. In my more fanciful moments, I wondered if Karma and Fate played cards to decide with Lady Luck how a person’s day would go.

When my brother Clay had invited me to the Christmas party at Valhalla, I planned to say no. The drama that occurred at any themed party which included non-members always made them a hard pass for me. Then I saw where his gaze was focused. Mel, one of Club Midgard’s resident brats, was doing a happy sort of dance while holding up two tickets.

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