Page 80 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

The blonde smirked down at me. “Look, no judgment here. If you want to lick a used-up ugly pussy like hers, that is your business.”

“Wow, pussy envy is so unattractive, especially on a woman who’s more plastic than real. No Dom would be interested in getting within fifty feet of you.”

Madison glared down at me until Nyra added, “They’re too afraid of her popping during impact play and leaving silicone all over the floor.”

I burst out laughing, secretly congratulating Nyra on her perfect comeback.

“Ladies!”

The command in the voice cut through the growing tension. The two of us peered in unison over Madison’s shoulder to see the resident sadist, Loki. His mien was an intriguing combination of disapproval and gleefulness. Madison smirked at us, then turned around sobbing, turning on the waterworks and literally hanging off Loki’s arm.

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

He looked down at her with sympathy as she wiped a tear from her cheek. Seriously, who couldn’t see through those theatrics?

“I heard what they said, Madison.” His expression changed from sympathy to sternness when his gaze moved from her to us.

Are you freaking kidding me right now?

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

Crap! Now what?

“Yes, Master Loki.” Nyra took the lead, and her look of submission was totally believable.

Not me, however. I didn’t care who this guy was. He needed to know the truth.“But you didn’t hear what she said, and she started it!”

Nyra grabbed my arm, and it was then I noticed the small crowd forming around us and two familiar faces pushing to the front. There was a moment of excitement as Master Clay’s gaze fell on me with a humorous “what now” expression plastered on his face. In comparison, his brother and fellow Dungeon Master Derrick appeared stern, although when his gaze moved to Nyra, there was the briefest softening in his visage. I wondered if they had ever gotten together. Madison’s whiny voice intruded on my thoughts. Great, I came here to make an impression and hopefully gain Clay’s attention, but not like this.

“She’s lying,” Madison whined.

Loki smiled, but it was far from friendly. “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.”

What? This was so not fair and not how I’d imagined this night going at all. I was just about to argue when Nyra stepped in.

“Of course, Master Loki.”

Under her breath, she uttered in my ear. “He’s one of the owners. Don’t push him,” then graciously bowed her head in deference to him.

“What will be our punishment?”

Loki glanced around at the growing crowd and down at Madison, who had way too much glee in her eyes to be a victim. I hoped Loki could see it too and maybe, hopefully, take it easy on us.

“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?”

The brothers shared a look. So alike, but while the one I have my eye on, Clay, looked adventurous and playful, his dour-looking brother looked like a complete snore fest.

Derrick replied, “Of course,” and I noticed his voice, although powerful, was soft and melodic. If I got stuck with him, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But I really wanted Mr. Life of the Party, Clay. I began a silent mantra: give me Clay, give me Clay, and hoped that my infantile plea would be heard and my night would finally go in the direction I wanted.

“I’ll allow you to pick which of these fine Masters will take you in hand.”

Yes! I wanted to do the happy dance, but heaven forbid Tits Magee took offense and Loki changed his mind. I was about to ask Nyra which one she wanted, but she beat me to it.

“As promised, you get to pick first.”

Chapter Two

Master Clay

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