Page 20 of Trust in Me
“Now, Paige, Alex, let’s talk about what you two want tonight, and I’ll see if we can find you each a Dom to play with.” Drew effortlessly pivoted the conversation away from me and my questions about Brax. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks. As Drew surveyed the crowd, playing matchmaker, my mind turned over with questions.
Were we a couple? Was he my Dom? Did I want him to be? Yes, I thought so, but did he want to? What would happen when I couldn’t come here anymore?
Drew cut into my musings. “Let’s find you a scene to watch. You look like you need some thoughts chased away.”
He wasn’t wrong. I stood and followed him as he strode to the theme rooms in the hallway beyond the main play area.
He paused by one room, ushering me inside to join a small crowd that had gathered. A role-playing scene was in progress, featuring a teacher and schoolgirl. I smiled to myself as I recognized Emma as the naughty schoolgirl. She was dressed in a short plaid skirt and a sheer white, nearly see-through button-down shirt that she’d bought during our shopping excursion. It left little to the imagination. The man with her, a Dom I hadn’t met, was seated at a large desk, looking every inch the authoritative professor in a striped button-down and glasses.
“I’m sorry, Professor Sinclair, I didn’t mean to!” Emma’s voice was higher than usual as she played her part.
“Cheating is a serious offense, Emma. I shouldn’t need to tell you that. I should give you a failing grade for this test.”
“But Professor, if I fail this test, I’ll get kicked out of school! My parents will kill me! Please, isn’t there anything I can do?” She batted her eyes at the professor.
“Hmm. Let me think. For an offense this serious, I think a hard spanking is in order.” He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, revealing muscular forearms. “And perhaps you might think of ways to thank me afterward.”
“Please, Professor, I’ll do anything!”
I was engrossed in the scene. Emma bent over the large, dark wood desk. God, I wanted to be the one in her position. The Dom slowly walked around the desk. He flipped Emma’s skirt up— revealing absolutely nothing underneath other than her bare ass—and began to spank her slowly. Emma wiggled, and received a harder smack in return.
My body heated as the Dom switched from his hand to a ruler. I rubbed my thighs together, needing the contact. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Drew smirking. Dammit, that man missed nothing.
Emma’s short spanking ended, her bottom a light shade of pink. She stood up from the desk reluctantly, sneaking a peak at the gathered crowd. I couldn’t be the only one who could feel her disappointment and need for more, could I?
She slid to her knees in front of the Dom. She undid the professor’s belt, pulling out his sizable cock, although with less enthusiasm than I’d come to expect from her.
I wondered what it would be like to act out a scene like this with Brax. To be the one bent over the desk, then on my knees. To have him be the one punishing me.
Something triggered inside me. I needed air. To get away for a minute. I turned to Drew, since he’d apparently become my keeper for the evening.
“I’m going to go use the bathroom,” I spoke in his ear.
He cocked his eyebrow, frowning. Jesus, did these Doms practice that move?
“Sir,” I added hastily. I wasn’t in the mood to get spanked by anyone other than Brax right now. Plus, if I was being honest, Drew scared me a little. There was something intense about him.
Drew’s face creased in a smile. “Thank you, little one. Go right ahead. I’ll be here.”
I turned away from the scene and headed toward the women’s locker room. Once there, I peed, then stood at the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I splashed water on my face, then dried it. I looked in the mirror again, staring at the same reflection. I’d been here for nearly an hour and a half, and still no Brax. I didn’t want to scene with anyone else. Maybe it was time to cut my losses for the night and head home.
I left the bathroom. Instead of going back to the play area, I headed directly to the lockers, then down the hallway to the main entrance, carrying my purse and shoes.
I was passing the front desk when Cody’s hand reached out and stopped me.
“Avery. Where are you going?”
“Home, Sir. It’s just not my night.” I shrugged. What was he going to do? Keep me here?
Cody stood, coming around the desk. He took my hand gently. “Brax will be here any minute. He asked that you stay here until he gets here.” He walked me into the club, backtracking my steps. It appeared that yes, he was going to keep me here. “Wasn’t Drew keeping you company?”
“I guess, but…” I trailed off as Drew appeared at the end of the hallway. Shit. He looked pissed.
“Shoes, purse. Give them to Cody.” Drew’s commanding voice had me obeying without thinking, almost in a trance as I handed them over. “Come.”
I followed him, unable to defy his authority.
Drew led me to a table and pointed “Sit.”
