Epilogue
Iris
“Iris, do this, Iris, do that,” Iris muttered under her breath. “No, no, it’s fine. I totally wanted to have to take orders from my brother in a kink club.”
Okay, so maybe she was being a little overdramatic since they were on the main floor of Stronghold rather than in the Dungeon.
If she’d actually said that out loud to Andrew, he would have been horrified.
He already wasn’t thrilled having her here, especially since he had to give her orders and look at her all night.
Looking down at the corset she was wearing, which pushed her boobs up to a generous shelf nearly big enough to play Flip Cup on, Iris smirked. The hot, tiny shorts she was wearing hadn’t made him happy, either, but she had to get her kicks where she could since she was basically grounded.
It wasn’t her fault some people had kinks that got under her skin.
She refused to use the word ‘triggered,’ which so many people overused.
She wasn’t the one who had been in an abusive relationship with an asshole who wouldn’t shut up about her weight.
Nope, that had been her friend Laura, who would have the right to say she’d been triggered if someone used fat insults during humiliation play, not Iris.
Iris had just been the friend who stood by, not knowing how to help or what to do. Laura had ended up in the hospital, looking like skin and bones and thinking she still wasn’t thin enough. That had been long after she and Jason had broken up, but she’d kept trying to make herself skinnier for him.
Thankfully, Laura was okay now, but she’d moved clear across the country, and Iris didn’t see her anymore. They kept in touch, but it wasn’t the same. It had been especially rough since Iris didn’t easily make new friends.
“Hey, Iris!” Ah, and there was one of her favorite exceptions to the rule. Domi was awesome—fun, friendly, and a fellow Latina. Iris had managed to make one friend, Avery, who had brought her two more.
She had a lot more fun hanging out with Avery, Domi, and Rae than she did with her other friends, but she also wasn’t willing to let those friends go yet.
They might not be as much fun or very good friends in some ways, but they had been the only people she could call friends for the past few years.
Seeing Andrew’s encouraging look, she rolled her eyes.
It was a good thing she’d gotten over her impulses to do the exact opposite of whatever big brother wanted her to do.
He liked her kinky friends more than he liked her other friends, which was kinda funny when she thought about it.
Though, since he was also kinky, it wasn’t as if he had room to talk.
“Hey Domi,” Iris said, sidling up to the table where Domi was standing with Mitch.
Her heart was already a little lighter. If they were here, that meant the others were sure to follow, though since it was a Saturday, Avery and her boyfriend Nick would probably be working.
Mitch had some fun friends who would be coming in.
Iris particularly liked Kincaid and Zach and would have loved to scene with them—Andrew’s head exploding in the aftermath would be a nice touch—but they hadn’t been double-teaming anyone of late, unfortunately.
They were still fun to flirt with, and Andrew’s face got really red, even if he didn’t actually blow up.
“Mitch. What can I get you?”
“Two Blue Moons, please,” Mitch ordered for both of them, as he usually did at Stronghold. Domi didn’t protest, giving Iris an amused look. He didn’t do it when they were out, but in the clubs, he took his Dom role fairly seriously.
“Coming right up.”
Iris headed to the counter where her brother was already waiting, lifting his head.
She could understand why some of the subs had tried to befriend her in hopes of getting to him.
He was a good-looking guy. Tall, dark, handsome, funny, and a wicked sadist…
supposedly. She sure as hell never watched to find out, but she heard plenty.
Unfortunately for them, he was also engaged, and Iris was a stone-cold bitch to anyone who thought they might be able to get between him and Kate.
She fucking loved Kate, and Andrew was lucky as hell she’d given him a second chance.
“Two Blue Moons.”
“Okay. Deliver these, then head downstairs for your homework.”
Iris groaned. Andrew looked nearly as pleased saying the words as she was to hear them.
The worst part about her punishment for interfering with a scene was having to stand around and watch everyone else have kinky hot sex.
She should have changed her limits for the Dom class graduation day.
At least then, she could have had kinky hot sex with Q.
So what if she wasn’t that attracted to him?
Yeah, except you decided you were done with one-night encounters and wanted something more, remember?
She remembered, but she also wanted orgasms. Right now, orgasms sounded pretty appealing, even if they came without the relationship.
About the only good thing about her punishment was she got joy knowing her brother was tortured by her constant presence. Misery loving company, and all that, especially when it was a miserable sibling.
Feeling a little better, Iris smirked at him and took the drinks.
“Don’t get in any more trouble,” he called after her as she walked away.
She rolled her eyes, which was safe enough since her back was turned to him.
She was just going to watch. What kind of trouble did he think she could get into?