Page 6 of Securing Her Surrender (A Cut Above)

“Dude, you are the head of security and a part owner. You can’t just go around messing with a Dom just because you think they aren’t Dom enough.” Matthew’s thinking he needed dressing down bothered him, but that he was right was even worse.

Before he could respond, he noticed Lainie’s smirk. An expression indicating she knew something but wasn’t going to say it. Matthew placed his hand on his sub’s neck. “Little One, do you have something you want to say?”

“No, Sir. I can’t think of anything I want to say.” Her smile took over her face, her eyes mischievous.

“Let me rephrase that. Your body is mine, and I can read it like a book. What were you thinking when I was talking with Derrick? You reacted, which means you know something. Spill.”

“She was there when I came in from the security building. She saw the douche try to set up a scene with Samantha. I saved him from totally embarrassing himself. Now, are we here to talk business or what?” He needed to end this conversation before he lost his cool, and he rarely lost it.

“Let’s leave the man alone. We have actual business to discuss, and like I said earlier, I have things to do today.”Thank you, Alex.

They went over the opening of the club including the security logistics, an area where Derrick was comfortable. He passed out a list of the applications he was currently processing. He took nothing for granted. Every applicant received equal consideration.Well, except for Samantha, but we aren’t talking about that.

He had declined several applications. They didn’t think there would be too many issues with this, except for a few previous members who did not pass the more stringent background checks. One man in particular had worked diligently to suppress some issues in his past, but the computer programs Derrick had put in place could find anything with a few keystrokes.

“Derrick, of the previous members who didn’t make the cut, are there any you are concerned may cause problems?” Jacob may be the more laid-back of the owners, but he obviously paid more attention than Derrick gave him credit for.

“Most, I’m sure are harmless. A couple of the so-called Doms have a history of abusing women outside of the club. Of course, there is no way in hell they’ll get a membership.” Derrick couldn’t stand the thought of a woman being abused. Sure, he could torture them all night on the cross, but he would never injure them, and any man who did, didn’t deserve the title of man, much less Dom.

“Well, gentlemen, if that is everything, I have a lovely lady to torture.” Matthew placed his lovely sub on her feet long enough to stand and bend so he could sling her over his shoulder. He left without so much as a backward glance.

The servers came in to clean up, and the rest of the men went their separate ways. He headed to the security hub to continue processing the new batch of applications received following the reopening. It seemed word had gotten out, and more people wanted to attend. Derrick was in charge of making sure everyone was safe, and he took it very seriously.

As he sat behind his desk in the security hub, his cell rang, not his personal cell, but the one that rang only when his special skills were required.

* * *

Samantha had just finished the week from hell, and all she wanted to do was go to the club and find a Dom who would help rid her of the weight of the world she was carrying around on her shoulders. Gracie had taken a turn for the worse, and it seemed no matter what they threw at the cancer, it was always one step ahead. It didn’t help matters that the child’s father was letting his grief control his actions and had to be barred from the hospital on more than one occasion. She wanted to let him be with his daughter during what might be the final weeks of her life, but he was quickly becoming a risk to the staff.

Her week was made worse by having to deal with a certain resident who thought himself a god. Soon, she would need to have a sit-down with him. She would have thought the way she dressed him down on almost a daily basis during rounds would make him see he didn’t know everything, but he was oblivious. He needed to get it together and soon, or he would find himself out of a residency, and therefore out of a career.

As she dressed for the club, her mindset changed to a more submissive one. People who didn’t live the lifestyle could never understand the dynamic she lived. It could almost be considered multiple personalities for those who wanted to oversimplify things, but it was so much more. She had no problem being dominant when necessary, especially in her work. She headed up the largest pediatric oncology practice in the state. Her research led to more children surviving cancers that only a decade ago meant a death sentence. The weight of responsibility threatened to crush her most days, especially when she was taking care of the teenaged girls who reminded her of Jenn. Every time that happened, it was like losing her all over again.

This was why she needed the club so damn badly. She needed to turn her brain off and spend some time on her knees. When she submitted, she didn’t have to think, she didn’t have to plan. All of these things were left up to her Dom for the night. She was perfectly content without an ongoing relationship. The few times she had tried, the men were unable to sustain her in the way she needed. Either they lost their Dom appeal, or they wanted to dominate her outside the bedroom by attempting to manage her life. No man would get in the way of her job. She didn’t mind the “taking care of” part that came with a BDSM relationship, but she would never hand over complete control, choosing to simply find a play partner for the night.

After putting on her outfit, if you could call it an outfit for as little fabric there was, she grabbed her overcoat and tied the belt tightly around her waist. It would not do to get pulled over and have the officer see what she wore under said coat. She grabbed her keys from the table just inside the door from her garage and drove to the club. Although she was nervous about seeing Derrick, she would not let that stop her. She would simply ignore his presence and concentrate on the Dom whose attention she caught for the night.

Once she got through the front door and piled all of her belongings in her locker, she took a deep breath. As she let it out, she concentrated on trying to breathe out all of the stress she had been carrying. She needed to be able to concentrate on something other than herself, and the change in her attitude started before she walked out to the play area. She wanted a drink tonight, but it would not be a good idea.

In the big open area, Lainie and Bridget smiled and waved her toward them. She hadn’t had many female friends over the years, and these two weren’t the usual type she would talk to. Maybe that’s why she wanted to see a friendship with both ladies grow. Bridget was the more outgoing of the two, while Lainie seemed to weigh her words before speaking. Bridget reminded her of Jenn before she got sick. Maybe that was why she liked her smart mouth so much.

“Good evening, ladies.” She sat down next to them. “Why is it even when the rest of the club is packed, the seats next to you two stay free?” Even during the grand reopening, none of the other submissives sat with them.

“We are just too fabulous, and my awesomeness scares them off, I guess.” Bridget giggled her response. “In all seriousness, the ladies started avoiding us when Lainie was claimed by Matthew. And since one of the most popular subs turned out to be crazy as fuck, I am just fine if they want to stay away.”

“Well, I guess the two of you are stuck with me, then, because I am not in the least bit afraid of either of you.” She didn’t like Lainie’s pensive expression. She didn’t want her new friend to be sad. Whose ass would she need to kick?

“Good. We induct you into the Cool Subs Club.” Bridget stood and kissed her on either side of her mouth before sitting down with a flourish.

“Where are your men tonight?” If gossip was to be believed, neither of their Doms were ever far away, but this was the second night she’d noticed the two ladies without them.

“My delicious Dom is around here somewhere. He was called away to take care of some minor issue and told me to sit here until he returned. I thought about disobeying for shits and giggles, but my ass is already sore, so I decided to give him this one.” Lainie’s smile shone clear to her eyes, telling Samantha she didn’t really mind the sore ass.

“Jack had issues at work, again.” Bridget rolled her eyes in a way only she could, in fact her whole head rolled with them. “Seems like he spends more time at work these days than at home, so here I am to watch the festivities tonight but no playing for me.” Sadness sheened her eyes.

Samantha decided it would be best to leave it for the moment. She perused the room, hoping to find a Dom who wanted her to submit to him for the night. The club was busy, but not a single Dom looked her way. Her long red hair and green eyes were often described as striking, and she’d never had trouble finding someone to play with.

“What in the hell is going on?” she mumbled. Either she was paranoid, or people were ignoring her.

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