Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Morgan
If Asad hadn’t been holding her hand, Morgan wasn’t sure she would have been able to walk back into the club.
Not because she was naked, with his cum dripping down her thigh, but because she was afraid of what might meet them inside.
Yes, she’d told Master Patrick and Lexie and Master Brian that she got to make her own decisions, and they’d all taken it very well, but…
The fear remained.
At least part of her was encouraging that they would still understand and not give her and Master Asad a hard time.
Maybe they would all think that she and Master Asad were just reacting to not being allowed to have sex last week.
That him chasing her through the club and into the gardens was pent-up need from following the rules.
Though it wasn’t like Master Asad was known for holding hands, but here he was holding hers.
Even if people didn’t realize when they’d gone running out of the club, coming back in it would be very clear that something was different.
She realized she was gripping Master Asad’s hand far too tightly as he opened the door for her, and they walked back inside. If he was feeling the same trepidation she was, he didn’t show it. He walked in as confidently as he always did, which helped her a little.
Master Connor was waiting in the hallway that led to the back door, holding onto her clothes and leaning against the wall. He straightened as soon as he saw them, standing back up to his full height.
“Here, sweetheart,” he said, holding out her corset and skirt to her. Glancing down at their conjoined hands, his eyebrows went up, but he didn’t comment.
“Thank you.” She took the clothing from him with her free hand and glanced nervously at Asad.
“Morgan and I are dating now.” He announced it as though he didn’t have a care in the world, as if it was no big deal. Maybe it wouldn’t be. Master Connor took a moment, then nodded.
“Okay.”
She let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, some of her tension leaking away with it at the same time.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
She was disabused of that notion as soon as they stepped out of the hallway and into the main room.
A small group of Doms was waiting for them on the other side, out of sight of the hallway, until they actually stepped through the doorway.
Master Patrick stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown on his face.
His eyes scanned her and Asad for a second, and she was sure he saw everything.
The cum sliding down her leg when everyone knew Asad always wore condoms.
Their linked hands, which had started to feel natural after a week of doing it, now felt completely odd as it came under scrutiny.
The stubborn tilt to Asad’s jaw as he lifted his chin up in challenge against the group of Doms staring at them.
Right next to Master Patrick was Brian, also with his arms crossed over his chest, also frowning.
Morgan narrowed her eyes at him, and he avoided her gaze.
She decided to take a page from Asad’s book and rip the Band-Aid off, but as she opened her mouth, Asad was already letting go of her hand and stepping forward.
“Let’s go talk in your office,” he said to Master Patrick.
Morgan’s mouth dropped open.
“Hey!” She was saying it to Asad, but everyone looked at her in surprise, and she flushed. Turning back, Asad smiled at her.
“Go get dressed, baby. Then you can come join us if you want.” He turned all the way around, pulling her against him reassuringly. “They need to hear from me that I’m serious about you. It has nothing to do with you making your own decisions, I promise.”
Looking up at him, Morgan nodded. That made sense. She couldn’t turn off their protective natures any more than she could become a dominant herself.
“Come on.” Sam appeared at her elbow, sliding her arm through Morgan’s. “You owe us updates, girlfriend!”
Her friends surrounded her—Noelle, Marissa, Carolyn, Amy—walking her through the club like an escort. Or maybe to protect her. Everyone was staring at either her or the group of Doms trailing Asad and Master Patrick to the office.
“What was that?” Amy asked as soon as they got into the locker room.
“You went down to the Dungeon with Master Connor, and the next thing we know, Master Asad is chasing you out into the gardens! And then Master Connor basically stood guard at the hallway and wouldn’t let anyone through!
” Her eyes were sparkling from the excitement.
“Holy shit, is that cum?” Noelle asked, sounding shocked as she stared at Morgan’s legs.
“Um, yes.”
“He didn’t use a condom?” Marissa and Carolyn chorused in the exact same tone at the exact same time.
This was getting almost farcical.
“No. I think he forgot.” She said the words but wasn’t sure she believed them. Master Asad never forgot a condom—with anyone. On the other hand, the only other option was that he’d chosen not to wear one. She wasn’t sure she could believe that, either.
He knew she was on birth control, but still. He was practically infamous for wearing a condom, no matter what. So, if he hadn’t… what did it mean? She didn’t think it meant he was ready to have a baby with her or anything. Maybe that he trusted her?
“You think Master Asad forgot a condom?” Noelle’s voice dripped with disbelief. Okay, so she wasn’t the only one to find that highly unlikely.
“I don’t know what he was thinking. It all just kind of happened.
” She ducked into one of the stalls to clean herself up before putting on her clothes.
She didn’t think Master Asad would expect her to walk around with his cum dripping down her leg, and he hadn’t told her not to…
She didn’t know if she could talk to her friends, much less the other Doms, while feeling confident if it was still there.
“So, what is going on with you two?” Amy asked through the door.
Sighing, Morgan came back out, holding her corset so someone could help her get back into it while she told them.
Not just about tonight but about everything.
The rules that the Doms had laid down for her and Asad—the fact that they’d ignored him.
The way she’d missed him this past week.
How seeing him talking to Cassidy had made her feel.
His confession that he didn’t want her scening with anyone else, either.
“Wow, coming from Master Asad, that’s practically a confession of love,” Sam joked.
“Aren’t you worried this is all happening a little fast?” Noelle asked, frowning at Sam before focusing on Morgan. “Just two weeks ago he’s the Persian Excursion. You spend one week with each other in a fake relationship, and now all of a sudden, he wants to be your boyfriend?”
“Should I be worried?” Morgan looked around. She hadn’t been worried—at least not about how Asad felt about her—until Noelle brought it up. It wasn’t as though she had a lot of experience with relationships. Maybe it was too fast, but he’d seemed to think it was okay.
“He interrupted your scene with Master Connor, had sex without a condom, said he doesn’t want you scening with anyone else, and is now facing down the other Doms to explain that you two are dating,” Amy said, patting Morgan’s shoulder.
“Even if it’s fast, I think it’s pretty safe to say he’s serious.
He wouldn’t be doing any of that if he wasn’t.
Not everyone moves as slowly as Jeremy and I have. ”
“You’re right. I just don’t want Morgan getting hurt,” Noelle said, dropping her hands from where they’d been planted on her hips. “He just doesn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy.”
He hadn’t. At least, not until last week.
“He was a really good fake boyfriend,” she said, reaching into her corset to lift her boobs up a little as Sam tightened the laces. The corset was specially made for women with large breasts, but it could still flatten them if she didn’t lift them higher than they normally sat.
“Well, if he was a good fake boyfriend in front of his family, it probably means he’ll be a pretty good boyfriend, at least to start,” Marissa said.
She was sitting on one of the benches, listening intently with a small smile of amusement on her face.
“Whether or not he’ll be able to keep it up…
who knows. Nothing wrong with jumping in to find out, though. ”
“The Persian Excursion is closing for business,” Carolyn said thoughtfully. “Who would have guessed?”
“It’s the magic vagina,” Sam said with a smirk. They all looked at her, and Noelle frowned, looking around in confusion.
“What’s the magic vagina?”
Asad
Following Patrick to the main office, Asad tried to feel like he wasn’t walking into a trial or something.
It did help that Connor was with him, and Law and Q joined the little march as it passed by them.
When they got to the office, they stood on the side of the desk with him, while Patrick, Brian, Kincaid, Andrew, Adam, and Jared went on the other.
It felt almost farcical as he sat down in the chair across from Patrick, the two groups of Doms arrayed behind them like they were crime bosses with their men. Maybe he should stand up and start snapping and dancing.
“So… you and Morgan. I’m guessing you didn’t follow the rules last week.
” Patrick pinned Asad to the chair with his gaze, his expression stern.
Behind him, the other Doms reacted in various ways.
Andrew smirked before covering his mouth and trying to look more serious again.
Brian closed his eyes and looked like he was silently counting to ten.
“That’s none of your business. Morgan gets to make her own decisions about her life, and she doesn’t have to share them with anyone she doesn’t want to.” He leveled his own look at Patrick before flicking his glance up to the Doms behind him.
His statement didn’t seem to have much effect on the stoic Adam, but Brian didn’t meet his gaze, and Jared appeared thoughtful now rather than glaring. Kincaid actually nodded in agreement with Asad, and he felt himself marginally relax.
“You’re right. On both counts. On the other hand, you did agree to the rules before you left, and you broke that agreement, which was your decision and not Morgan’s.” Patrick lifted his eyebrows, the scar that ran through one of them making his expression even more intimidating.
“It was a bad rule. It kept me from empowering her to make her own decisions.” He really had intended to keep it, but what Morgan needed trumped what Patrick or anyone else wanted, and he wasn’t going to apologize for that.
Before anyone could say anything else, the door to the office opened and Mistresses Olivia and Julie breezed in, Lexie trotting on their heels.
The two Dominatrixes shifted to the side as they came in the door to let Lexie in, but they didn’t move to one side of Patrick’s desk or the other.
Instead, they stayed off to the side, right next to the door.
Mistress Olivia leaned against the filing cabinet there, and Mistress Julie smiled as she stood next to her.
Ignoring her master’s glare, Lexie went and disappeared behind the desk, kneeling on the cushion that was kept there for her. Patrick closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before opening them and focusing on Olivia and Julie.
“Do you need something?” he asked in a tightly controlled voice.
“Not yet.” Olivia smiled sunnily at him, her grey eyes flashing. “We’ll let you know.”
Mistress Julie just smiled.
Patrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair but refocused on Asad.
“Okay, well.” He cleared his throat. “I guess the question now is, what are your intentions with Morgan?”
At that, the tension in the room—which had dissipated at the entrance of the Dommes and Lexie—ramped right back up. Now, every eye in the room was on Asad, for good reason. He knew even though his friends would back him up, they were protective of Morgan, too. Rightfully so.
“I’m going to date her. We’re going to see what happens. You know, the way things normally happen when you’re dating someone.”
“How would you know? You don’t date.” Adam raised a blonde eyebrow at him. “You’ve always avoided dating. Or even scening too often with another submissive.”
“So did he.” Asad pointed at Andrew, who shrugged.
“So did Mitch. Look at them now. I can’t promise I know where things are going with Morgan, but she and I deserve the chance to find out without a bunch of people hovering over us.
I can tell you I would never deliberately harm her, and that includes emotionally.
The only hurt I want to give her is the fun, sexual kind.
And I will never cheat on her. If things don’t work out, they don’t work out, and I’ll end things as respectfully and compassionately as I can if the problem is on my end.
Then I’ll come get one of you to be there to support her. That’s all I can promise.”
“That sounds reasonable.” Everyone’s head whipped to the side to look at Mistress Julie. She smiled back at them serenely. Next to her, Olivia smiled as well. Somehow, it was way scarier than anyone’s glare. “That’s all anyone can really ask of you. And I think it’s exactly what Morgan needs.”
Patrick cleared his throat again.
“Right. That’s all we needed to hear… I think.
And if you do need support, we’re here, Julie is here, and I know Morgan’s friends will be there to support her.
” A muscle ticked in Patrick’s cheek, and Jared’s head fell back as he stared up at the ceiling for a moment.
Probably because his ex was among Morgan’s friends. “We just want what is best for her.”
“We all do,” Asad said.
A little niggle of doubt crawled into his chest. How could he really be what was best for her? Best sex, sure, but best boyfriend? This whole thing was probably fucked before he even tried.
Someone’s hand landed on his shoulder, and he jumped, looking up in surprise. Mistress Julie smiled at him, a real smile that was far more reassuring than her earlier one.
“Morgan told me she had a wonderful time with you last week,” she said, giving his shoulder a little squeeze. “She said having you as her fake boyfriend made her want a real one. Just keep that up, and you’ll do great.”
And just like that, his whole perspective shifted again.
Maybe he wouldn’t be as bad at it as he thought.