Chapter 37 Six #4
It was so shocking to be praised for her appearance by someone motherly she almost couldn’t respond. “Thank you. You have no idea how—” Emma’s voice cracked like she might cry, but she caught herself. “You have no idea how good that makes me feel. It really means a lot.”
Then she saw Rory sitting on a couch with Kate kneeling at his feet with her chin on his knee, like a puppy. For some reason that riled Emma, but she forced herself to smile. “It was so nice meeting you both. I hope we can talk again. Please excuse me while I make one last apology.”
She strode to Rory and Kate and lowered herself to her knees. “Master Rory, I apologize for interrupting your scene.” The apology had been a little stiff, but at least she’d gotten the words out.
Rory quirked a sardonic brow and reached out, taking her chin in his hand. She forced herself to remain still.
“Everyone makes mistakes, and you took your punishment like a good girl. All’s forgiven.” He leaned forward and patted the top of her head. Emma almost fell over.
When she turned her head, Kate surged forward and hugged her tight. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Did you thank your master?” Rory asked.
“Thank him? Oh, for taking a punishment, too? The scrub? Yes, I apologized for doing something that caused trouble for him.”
There was a glass sitting on a low table next to the couch, and Rory raised it to his mouth and took a drink. “No, not that. Did you thank him for your punishment? He works his ass off at the gym to be able to deliver a spanking like that.”
She stared at him, bewildered. Was he joking? No, he appeared to be completely serious. He actually wanted Emma to thank Shay for beating her.
“I wouldn’t mind if he worked out a little less hard,” Emma said.
Rory laughed. “I’ll bet you wouldn’t. But God that was gorgeous. Alabaster skin shows every mark, and he let your pretty round ass have it.”
Emma flushed. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” she said sarcastically.
Rory’s brows rose. “I did enjoy it, and it looks like you’re interested in putting on another show immediately.”
She leaned back. “What do you mean?”
“It means that that was an interesting tone you used a second ago. You remember who you’re talking to, right, sub?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw Kate’s worried look.
It pained her that Kate was once again caught in the middle.
Why did Rory have to be such a jerk? Didn’t he see how uncomfortable Kate was?
If he cared about Kate, shouldn’t he be more encouraging and supportive?
Like Shay was with Emma? In Emma’s opinion, Rory’s appealingly rough, hard-bodied physique didn’t make up for his shortcomings as a Dom.
But since Emma cared about Kate’s discomfort, she’d have to be the one to smooth things over.
She took a deep breath. “I apologize again, Master Rory. I am still learning.”
Rory nodded but didn’t look placated. He’d undoubtedly noticed the undercurrent in her latest apology. She might be saying the words, but she didn’t completely mean them.
“You’re right about that, sub. Go back to Master Shay, and tell him I said you need a lot more training on keeping your attitude in line with your station,” Rory said.
The minute Emma moved, Rory snapped his fingers and pointed to the space between his legs. Kate took the position instantly, waiting obediently for Rory’s next words. Emma wanted to put some distance between herself and Rory, but she didn’t rush because she wanted to see what he would do to Kate.
“Turn it loose, then put your hands behind your back while you suck,” Rory said.
Emma moved around the couch, watching covertly as Kate unzipped Rory’s pants and then put her arms behind her back. She bent forward and took Rory’s huge hard cock in her mouth. He put a big hand on the top of Kate’s head, palming her skull, and pushed it down.
Kate’s eyes bulged and she strained not to choke, her face reddening. Rory still held the glass of liquor in his other hand. He looked over the top of the glass at Emma and winked mockingly in a cruel salute.
The fucking bastard. He couldn’t make Emma deep throat him in the middle of the club for being disobedient, so he’d take his frustration with her out on Kate?
She wanted to yell at him. She wished she were another Dom so she could’ve pulled Kate off his crotch and kicked him there.
Wait, a Dom probably wouldn’t kick another Dom in the balls.
Well, she didn’t care. She wanted to kick him anyway.
Emma turned her head and stared straight in front of her as she stalked away.
When she reached the area where she’d ridden the spanking horse, many of the people had moved on.
Shay stood talking with Master J and the slim Asian girl from his scene.
The girl wore an outfit made of black rubber straps.
It was like an X-rated monokini swimsuit.
A key hung around the girl’s neck, plunging between her small, perky breasts.
Emma went into the spanking horse scene area and collected her clothes.
She folded the bra and panties and rolled them up in her dress, which was incredibly wrinkled.
She guessed there were some advantages to rubber outfits in a BDSM club.
You could bunch them up or stretch them out, and they didn’t show any signs of it.
She tucked the roll of clothes under her arm and walked past the group. She didn’t feel like meeting anyone new. She also didn’t trust herself not to rail against the club’s ridiculous rules and protocols. It was wrong that Rory could get away with treating Kate like that in full view of everyone.
“Emma.”
She paused at Shay’s voice.
“Come back here.”
She didn’t turn around. She just called over her shoulder, “You promised I could go back to the office after the punishment,” she said, marching away.
Shay’s displeased voice rang out. “Not another step.”
She froze. Then she scowled angrily. In that moment, she hated herself for obeying. Could he snap his fingers and bring her to heel like a dog, too, damn it?
“What’s on your mind, little sub?” Shay said, coming to stand in front of her.
“Nothing,” she said, staring down at her feet. “I’m tired. I’d like to go home.”
He caught her chin and lifted it. Just like Master Rory had done. She jerked her face free and stepped back.
“Don’t.”
Shay’s eyes turned cool as crushed ice. “Tread carefully, Emma.”
“I don’t have to. I’ve made a decision. Maybe I do like being dominated a little during sex.
Experimenting with that doesn’t mean I want to be ordered around every second of every day and treated like an obedient little lap dog.
I was valedictorian of my class. I’m on track to graduate Summa Cum Laude.
If my mentor knew how I’d been acting tonight, I’d never be able to look her in the eye again. I’m ashamed of myself for coming here.”
Shay’s face turned to stone. It hurt her to see it.
Couldn’t he understand that she’d worked her whole life to get to the Ivy League?
Was she supposed to throw away everything she was for the promise of great orgasms with hard-bodied men?
She couldn’t do it. Not even for someone as handsome and terrific as Shay seemed to be.
He stared at her for several moments, making the tension almost unbearable.
Would he lure her into his office for more sex and psychoanalysis?
Tell her she had to stay for the rest of the night to help clean up the club?
Drag her back to the spanking bench for being a bad sub?
God help her, even after her tirade, she almost wanted him to.
At least it wouldn’t be her fault if he forced her to stay.
When he spoke, his voice was flat. “I’m not going to argue with you, Emma. I know what your ‘on track to graduate summa cum laude’ mind is telling you. Just remember what I said, though, about following your mind in a different direction than your body tells you to go.”
“I remember. That’s a very persuasive argument until I remember that following your body costs you nothing.
You get to be the prince of your domain in the club and out.
While listening to my hormones sets me back hundreds of years and is pretty much a betrayal of my gender.
” She’d spoken louder than she meant to. She’d lost control again.
She glanced around but was glad that only a few people seemed close enough to have heard. She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Listen, Shay, none of this is directed at you. You have been really great. Better than I hoped. If you wanted to talk or meet outside the club—”
The sardonic arch of his brow stopped her. She’d gotten carried away with all the kissing and touching and talking. Every sub he met must want to date him. Girls much more gorgeous than she was. Girls much more accepting of his club’s assigned roles than she was.
To him, she’d probably been nothing more than a new recruit he’d been saddled with and not a great one at that. She waited, hoping he would say the opposite, hoping that he’d felt a connection, too.
Shay folded his arms across his chest. “Are you sure you want to make this decision now? Rather than allowing yourself more time and training?”
So I can fall deeper in lust with you? And make it harder to walk away? she thought wildly. And so the brainwashing can continue? Ridiculously, no, I don’t want to make this decision tonight. But I’d better, because I might not have the will to do it later.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said, but even as she said the words she had the inexplicable urge to drop to her knees at his feet and ask him to just tie her up and make her stay.
“Then consider your membership agreement voided. After you change clothes, wait at the reception desk. When the car arrives, you’ll be driven home. Good luck to you, Emma.” He turned and walked past her.
If he’d slapped her face hard enough to knock her down, it couldn’t have hurt her more.