Page 17 of Masters of Pleasure
Domi
“I can’t believe you broke up with him.”
“We didn’t break up.We weren’t really together,” Domi insisted.Although it felt like a breakup.Enough so, Rae decided they needed to have a girls’ night out, saying Domi needed a distraction.They’d gone to Marquis, but not the kink-club part, the regular restaurant part.It had good food, and they got a small discount for being members.Plus, they both felt comfortable there.
Tucked in one of the bar’s booths, they could huddle together and talk about whatever they wanted without worrying they’d be overheard.The booths were leather, incredibly comfortable, and kept their conversation as private as they could get in public.
“You were basically together.”Rae gave her a look.
Domi made a face but didn’t argue, changing the subject instead.
“What happened with you and Brian last night?How did that go?”
Now it was Rae’s turn to make a face.She tugged on one of her long braids, a sure sign she was uncomfortable with the emotions Domi’s question brought up.They’d both gotten dressed up for the night to make themselves feel good, and Rae had put her braids into two pigtails, tied with thin green ribbons that blended into the green braids threaded throughout the black, which all matched the lime green top she was wearing.Domi had gone for purple and black, preferring to offset her diminutive stature with kickass fashion, so no one mistook her for a pushover.Sometimes, it was hard being petite.
“It was fine.He said a few things that made me think.”
Fine.Ha.Normally, Domi would have called her on that, but she was curious about what Brian had said.Rae looked more uncomfortable than ever.Domi wasn’t exactly proud of herself or what she’d said about Morgan, but she didn’t know what Brian could have said to make Rae look the way she did now.
“Like what?”
“Like how we’re very insular.”Rae tugged her braid again, harder.“I told him it’s not like Morgan was friendly to any of us, and he asked me how friendly we were to her or Samantha… or if we shut them out the way, we do to everyone.”
Domi’s mouth opened, then closed.Well… yeah.She and Rae were best friends.New people they’d just met weren’t going to have the same kind of bond they did.
On the other hand, she and Rae hadn’t actually tried to get to know the other two women in their new submissives class.Morgan hadn’t seemed super interested in getting to know them, she really hadn’t, but Samantha… well, she’d ended up talking to Morgan or being on her own a lot.By default.Because Rae and Domi had always been sitting and talking to each other, ignoring the other two.
More of the guilt she’d felt last night trickled through Domi.
“I don’t want to be friendlier with Morgan,” Domi muttered.She sighed.“But maybe we did Samantha wrong.She seemed nice.”
“She did.”Rae looked a little morose.“Are we… do you think we’re the mean girls of the new subs?”
Two days ago, if Domi had applied that title to anyone, it would have been Morgan.The woman was constantly preening, trying to attract the men’s attention, and often made incredibly insulting comments without seeming to even realize what she was doing.Now though…
“Shit.We might be.”
“We should try to make more friends… be friendlier.”
“Agreed.”
“And find you a new boyfriend.”
Domi made a face.She did think she wanted a relationship.Probably.If she could start falling for Master Mitch, maybe that was what she really wanted, but first, she needed to let the bruises on her own heart mend.It had been a little lowering how easily he’d let her go once he knew why.
Yeah, she got it.That wasn’t what he wanted, so she couldn’t blame him for not trying to keep her around.Still, it hurt.
Stupid heart.
Mitch
Looking around Stronghold, he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed when he didn’t see the familiar riot of curly hair he automatically sought out.As usual, there were plenty of beautiful submissives in the Lounge area, all chatting with their friends while they waited for interested Doms to come by, but he didn’t feel the slightest inclination to initiate a scene with any of them.
Just like he hadn’t for weeks.
Instead, he headed toward the bar where he saw Kincaid sitting, looking at the Lounge area with a contemplative expression.He was wearing his usual leather pants and vest combination, his dark hair waving back from his face.Mitch knew a lot of the subs at Stronghold and Marquis had massive crushes on him.
“What’s up?”Mitch asked, settling onto the stool next to him.
